He Bingzheng stroked his beard and smiled kindly, "I see that you are very talented and a good candidate to learn how to cook. I wonder if you are interested in... becoming my teacher and becoming the fourteenth generation successor of He Imperial Cuisine?"
Jiang Guoqiang was stunned for a moment, then reacted belatedly. "Wait... are you trying to trick me? Are you here for the notebook?"
He Bingzheng was not embarrassed at all, and said with a smile, "I think you are a person who really loves cooking, and you are destined to be with our He family, so I want to accept you as a disciple. That handbook was left by our ancestors of the He family. Isn't it natural for you to become a descendant of the He family and learn the skills of your ancestors?"
Jiang Guoqiang always felt that something was wrong, scratched his head and subconsciously looked at Song Yutang.
Song Yutang laughed softly, "The old gentleman is really calculating."
He Bingzheng's smile did not change, "What did the young lady say?"
Song Yutang smiled and applauded him, "Since my father himself is the fourteenth generation descendant of He Imperial Cuisine, does it matter whether you He Family get the manuscript back? Anyway, the things are in the hands of the descendants of the He family after all. The fame of the billion-dollar photoshoot belongs to the He Family."
From now on, he will accept apprentices and pass on his skills, and he will carry forward the legacy of the He family. What's more, he is the eldest son of the richest man, and there are many intangible benefits. With a simple word, he accepts apprentices, spends no money, and gains both fame and fortune. Chairman He, your calculations are too precise."
The smile on He Bingzheng's face froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal. "Young Madam, what you said is wrong. Chef Jiang is not a descendant of my He family yet, so it is useless to get the letter. But it will be different if he worships me. It is justified. Besides, with my skills, teaching to outsiders is also teaching, and teaching to my own people is also teaching. If Chef Jiang worships me, he will be one of my own, can I still hide my secrets?"
Song Yutang smiled deeper and turned his head to look at Jiang Guoqiang: "Dad, what do you think?"
Jiang Guoqiang was stunned for a moment, and then hid behind her without hesitation. "I listen to my daughter-in-law."
Li Xiulan also quickly followed. "Yes, yes, if you have anything to do, tell my daughter-in-law and we will agree if she agrees."
The couple knew that they had little education and little knowledge.
Then listen to your daughter-in-law.
Since she came to the house, she has never made a wrong decision.
Everything is getting better.
"..." He Bingzheng looked at the couple speechlessly, then looked at Song Yutang, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Song Yutang has long been accustomed to it, and he raised his chin with a smile, "Chairman He, who said that my father is not the legitimate descendant of He Imperial Cuisine?"
He Bingzheng was stunned. "What do you mean?"
Song Yutang spoke slowly, "My father, Jiang Guoqiang, is not only the direct descendant of He Imperial Cuisine, but also the second generation."
"Second generation?"
"That's right, He Shuangxi personally passed it on."
He Bingzheng was speechless for a moment, then shook his head with a helpless smile, "Young lady is really good at joking. He Shuangxi has been dead for more than a thousand years, how can he pass it on personally?"
"I said yes."
"Why?"
Song Yutang said confidently, "The dishes he cooks are all my favorite."
He Bingzheng: "... Young madam, you are so messy."
Song Yutang was not annoyed at all, but smiled meaningfully, "Chairman He, didn't your ancestor tell you why he cooks?"
He Bingzheng frowned. "Of course it is to study the world's gourmet food and inherit the royal cuisine skills."
Song Yutang shook his head, his eyes gradually distant. "It's to make me happy."
When she first entered the palace, she was alone.
You are surrounded by other people's eyes.
Until one day, Song Yutang accidentally saved a young eunuch who was about to be killed with a cane.
From then on, He Shuangxi became the only person in the entire palace who was kind to her.
She was short of food and clothing, so he went to the imperial kitchen to get close to the master chefs and stole things for her to eat.
She tried her best to lose her appetite, so he tried his best to cook delicious food and coax her to take one more bite.
The two relied on each other and survived the most difficult years in the palace.
In Song Yutang's tenth year as the crown princess, He Shuangxi finally got news about her sister who had been separated since childhood.
Song Yutang promised him that he would be released from the palace once the overall situation was decided.
Open him the largest restaurant in the capital and let his reputation spread all over the country.
If his sister hears his name, maybe she can come to him.
That period was a critical period for seizing the right to inherit the throne.
Song Yutang was thinking so hard every day that he could hardly even drink water.
He Shuangxi While cooking delicious food for her in various ways, he was worried that after she left the palace, the new royal chef would not be to her liking.
So, he made a booklet and recorded her favorite dishes one by one.
She had seen that pamphlet with her own eyes.
It is God of Cooking's Handbook that appeared at the auction today...
He Bingzheng Who could have imagined that there would be such a connection between the two of them? His face was speechless. "Young madam, you are just trying to amuse my old man."
His assistant was also a little angry and said in a bad tone, "Madam, if you don't agree, then you don't agree. My chairman is over eighty years old, why are you teasing him?"
Song Yutang raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes as calm as water. "I didn't tease him. What suits my taste and makes me happy is the authentic He Imperial Cuisine."
This was said by Shuangxi himself.
In addition to recording the recipes, he also specially selected a few clever apprentices in the imperial kitchen.
The criterion for accepting a disciple is that he can cook meals that the Crown Princess likes.
But for future generations, this is too ridiculous.
He Bingzheng couldn't help but darken his face. "Young madam, you don't have to be a disciple, you don't have to talk about it, but you can't make fun of me, the founder of the He family."
Song Yutang smiled, "If you don't believe it, go underground and ask Shuangxi yourself."
He Bingzheng's face changed completely, and he slammed the cane on the ground. "Song Yutang, you are going too far. You Jiang Family are in Cloud City is a bit powerful, but I, the He family, am not bad either. You robbed the relics of my ancestor, the He family, for no reason, just forget it if you don't return them, and you still humiliate people like this. Do you really think that I, He Bingzheng, am easy to bully?"
"What is robbery?" As soon as he finished speaking, a deep male voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Everyone subconsciously followed the sound.
I saw a man with broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs walking down the stairs.
The peaked cap is pushed down very low, the mask covers half of the face, and the gold-rimmed glasses are perched on the bridge of the nose.
It was covered so tightly that one couldn't see his face clearly.
But he has a tall and straight figure and impressive momentum.
The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, but they were like stepping on the heartbeat, forcing people to breathe lightly.
He walked up to Song Yutang and looked at He Bingzheng condescendingly. "This was bought with real money. According to your logic, as long as you bid a price at the auction, everything will be yours?"
He Bingzheng's face changed. "Who are you?"
The man said lightly, "You don't need to know who I am, just know that my surname is Gu."