Zhao Cuifeng can empathize. "Hey, it's not easy for a woman..."
Song Yutang's voice softened. "Actually, on the night she checked in Palace of Compassion and Tranquility, she felt something was wrong. It was the feeling that her whole body was suddenly relaxed, but she seemed to be floating. Muzong saw something wrong with her face, so she cried and fed her a bowl of ginseng soup. Later generations said that Muzong poisoned her, which is completely nonsense."
She raised her head and glanced calmly at everyone present. "People's hearts are unpredictable, especially the hearts of emperors. For the sake of the stability of herself and those around her, Song Corporation never told Muzong about her life experience, and she planned to keep this secret until her death. Muzong Did you know it later? I don't know this secret, but at least he didn't know it when Song Corporation was alive. Neither mother nor son was welcome by Crown Prince Yang, and they were often murdered by Song Lian'er and Song Family. The two of them hugged each other for warmth and depended on each other. The love between mother and son is absolutely true."
After the story was finished, the hall was quiet for a long time, and everyone was sighing.
Empress Dowager Duanyi Song Corporation, because the three emperors she was related to were all very mediocre, and she herself died young, and there are not many records in the history books, she is considered a very unpopular figure.
Unless they specialize in history, few people will know about it.
But after hearing what Song Yutang said, she seemed to come alive.
From an abandoned daughter to a princess, to a day trip to the Queen Mother, she has many twists and turns, and she can be regarded as a hero among women of her generation.
After Professor Zeng recorded the last stroke, he slowly came back to his senses and stared at Song Yutang for a long time. "Is there any historical basis for what you said?"
Song Yutang looked at him strangely. "Isn't archeology a matter for you scholars?"
Professor Zeng was choked.
Song Yutang smiled, "These are passed down orally from my ancestors, there is no evidence. I will tell you what I know. If you want to believe it, you can go and verify it. If you don't want to believe it, just listen to a story."
Professor Zeng was curious. "What's up with the plaque at the door? Didn't it say that the Crown Princess had a bad relationship with the Song Family?"
Song Yutang glanced at the plaque outside the door and said in a calm tone, "Actually, our branch has nothing to do with the Song Family. I can't explain exactly what happened. I believe you can also see that the plaque at the door was a rubbing and the original has been lost."
Song Yutang is telling the truth.
She came through the soul and has a lot to do with the Crown Princess.
But how exactly they are related cannot be said.
Professor Zeng was silent for a moment, stood up and bowed deeply towards Song Yutang: "Whether it is true or not, thank you for your contribution to historical research."
Song Yutang was startled and quickly stood up and returned the favor. "It is precisely because of scholars like you that the truth of history can be restored. Due to family reasons, I have some understanding and research on the history of the Jing Dynasty. If Professor Zeng has any questions in the future, we can discuss it."
Professor Zeng's eyes lit up, and he took out his mobile phone and added Song Yutang's contact information on the spot.
Dong Ying stood nearby for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Um... when will the banquet start?"
Only then did everyone realize that this was a restaurant opening, not a history lecture.
The most embarrassing one is He Bingzheng.
He kept coming to crack down on counterfeiters before, but it turned out that people here were also orthodox.
It's neither leaving nor staying for a while.
Jiang Boyan didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement. He folded his hands on his chest and had a smile on his face, "Chef He, my sister-in-law made it clear enough, right? You guys named He cook just to make people named Song happy. My sister-in-law likes the food my dad cooks. You have Muzong A plaque given by, my family has a plaque given by Empress Dowager Duanyi. So what if Muzong is the emperor? No matter how awesome he is, he was raised by his mother. If he sees the inscription written by his mother, he might even kneel down and kowtow in tears. If you say my family is not orthodox, then who are you?"
Jiang Guoqiang glared at Jiang Boyan angrily, and quickly smoothed things over. "How should we talk? Chef He is the senior. Besides, the God of Cooking didn't say that he can only have one line of inheritance, and there can only be one chef in the world."
Song Yutang agrees with this.
She nodded and stood up, saying to He Bingzheng, "In fact, in terms of cooking skills, you should be better than Chef Jiang. But in terms of life, it's hard to say. Only when you act upright, sit upright, and have a clean heart will the food you cook be clean."
He Bingzheng lowered his head in shame.
Song Yutang continued, "When your ancestor was cooking, he just wanted to make the food well so that the most important princess in his heart could eat well. His original intention was the same as Chef Jiang's, to satisfy the diners. Because of this, Chef Jiang could immediately understand the essence of the recipe when he got the recipe without anyone's guidance. But you have passed it down from generation to generation, but you still stick to the rules.
To be precise, you are guarding your status, your reputation, and the benefits these things bring. You can guard your reputation, your profits, and you can commercialize your cooking skills. But you are not qualified to use his name to suppress others and cut off their livelihood. The ancestor left behind his craftsmanship to pass on the cooking skills that satisfy diners, not to establish any orthodoxy, nor to suppress his peers."
He Bingzheng is even more ashamed and just wants to run away.
Song Yutang called out to him, "What? You want to leave after losing?"
Jiang Boyan quickly shouted, "You just said that if you lose, you have to kneel down and call the master. Should you call me or not?"
He Bingzheng blushed and did not dare to say a word.
Song Yutang gave Jiang Boyan a look to tell him not to make trouble, and his eyes swept over Jiang Guoqiang and landed on He Bingzheng: "At Chef He's age, it is really inappropriate to call him master. Let's just talk about it as equals. Chef He is older and is the senior brother. Chef Jiang is less qualified and is the junior brother. But they are all descendants of the God of Cooking. They come from the same school, so there is no distinction."
From the beginning of the auction, this man surnamed He has made it clear that he is bullying others.
If it were anyone else, Song Yutang would definitely smash his face and smash his golden sign.
But after all, he is the direct descendant of Shuangxi.
She still hopes that his cooking skills can be passed down and the culture and skills of this line can be protected.
He also doesn't want the direct lineage of the God of Cooking to cause a scandal because of his own fault.
Shuangxi has been dead for more than a thousand years. We cannot let him be pulled out and laughed at just because his descendants failed to live up to expectations.
This compromise method not only preserves the reputation of the He family, but also establishes the status of Jiang Guoqiang.
It's a win-win situation where everyone takes a step back.
Jiang Guoqiang hesitated a little. "I have no problem... that's right... I don't know if Chef He is willing to recognize me as his junior brother."
As a result, He Bingzheng immediately slapped his thigh. "I'm so willing. Junior brother has learned the true inheritance of our ancestor, and he will definitely carry forward our lineage. If there is anything you don't understand in the future, feel free to ask senior brother. What about... There will be a cooking competition in a few days, and you and senior brother will be judges together. It will just let friends in the culinary world know that our chef lineage has produced a master-level figure like you again."
Jiang Guoqiang subconsciously looked at Song Yutang.
Song Yutang nodded, stepped forward and bowed. "From now on, please give me your guidance, senior brother."
He Bingzheng smiled from ear to ear, "Haha, it's easy to talk. We are all brothers, so there is no need to be so polite."
Song Yutang didn't say anything, just watched leisurely from the side.
He Bingzheng accidentally caught her eye, turned his back with some embarrassment, pulled Jiang Guoqiang and left. "Junior brother, you are opening your business today, and I have to support you no matter what. Come on, let's go to your kitchen to have a look..."
Song Yutang raised his eyebrows slightly.
This old man's cooking skills are not the best, but his personality is smooth.
Not only did he immediately go down the steps, he also gave Jiang Guoqiang a sweet date.
This can be regarded as saving the face of both parties to a great extent.
Also...
OK.
With such a successor, Shuangxi's cooking skills will definitely continue to be passed down and carried forward.
If he had a soul in heaven, he would be very happy.
"Dear distinguished guests, the private room has been cleaned. Please take a seat and have tea..." The restaurant manager took the opportunity to stand up and smooth things over.
The real owner has left, and there is no excitement to watch. The others naturally follow his words and disperse in a crowd.
Li Xiulan and Jiang Boyan also went to the kitchen to help.
After the crowd dispersed, Song Yutang saw a familiar figure standing under the shade of a tree outside the door.