"Shanzang, although this matter was decided by the people up top, when all is said and done, the choice is yours to make. Once you set out, you'll truly be on your own."
At the passenger station in West District, Hunan, the old Abbot, Master Meng Yi, looked at the little bald monk standing before him. The boy had changed into different clothes and looked no older than sixteen or seventeen. Master Meng Yi couldn't help advising him again.
The little bald monk looked somewhat dazed, but his eyes held a determined glint as he said:
"Master, I don't really understand the Great Sage Chef Scripture or Longevity Cooking, but learning them can make the Central Plains Culinary World better, right?"
"That's right." Master Meng Yi nodded, and the little bald monk spoke again:
"Then that's what I'll do!"
Master Meng Yi had never seen the little bald monk so serious. He sighed, but in the end, he said nothing more.
The little bald monk bowed to the old monk, turned, and walked into the station. He boarded the train that had been prepared for him and set off for his destination...
The little bald monk stepped out of the station with the flow of passengers. He had barely gone a few steps when someone called out:
"Are you young Master Xuan Zang?"
"Ah, Xuan Zang was my cooking-study alias at Shaolin Temple. I've left the monastic life now, so you can call me by my secular name, Chen Shanzang."
The man who had come to meet him nodded at the little bald monk's words, then pulled out his identification and showed it to him before saying:
"I work for the Central Plains Culinary Association. The chairman sent me to pick you up."
"All right. The Abbot told me