"There are no chickens at Zuo Zongtang, so it's worthy of being called a Chinese restaurant?"

"I swear I will never enter this store again. The taste is too light and I don't even add tomato sauce!"

"I told you a long time ago that you should not come to Chinatown to eat any Chinese food. It's all for the poor to eat! A super popular Walton burger has been opened in the nearby mall. I'll take you to try the real food!"

At the entrance of a restaurant in the alley of Chinatown, Zhixue City, several strong white men with tattoos on their arms walked out cursingly, and one of them turned around and made a rude gesture to the sign.

The girl dressed as a waiter lowered her head and packed up the plates left with most of the food. Suddenly, two hands with obvious scalding scars appeared in front of her. She quickly packed the tableware for her, turned around and sent it back to the kitchen.

"Brother..." the girl said hesitantly, "Can you really make Zuo Zongtang chicken? Both white and black people like to eat it. If you are willing to do it, your business will definitely get better!"

"Dad said that it is not authentic Chinese food, and the signboard of our hometown restaurant cannot be broken."

Hao Xian put down the tableware at the recycling window, turned around and looked at his sister seriously and said.

"Oh, are you quite ambitious?"

A hoarse and magnetic female voice came from the door of the store. The two of them turned to look and saw a woman wearing a cheongsam and slender legs leaning against the door frame, holding a female cigarette with her fingers, and spitting out a cigarette ring with contempt.

"Sister Sisi, I paid the rent this month." Hao Xian sighed helplessly.

The person who came was the landlord of this store and the landlord of several stores in Chinatown, Huang Sisi.

Huang Sisi ignored Hao Xian and continued to say:

"Uncle Hao can say such willful words because he has excellent cooking skills. The roast goose he made has attracted Chinese people from other states to drive over and taste it. So he can cook whatever dish he wants. You have not inherited his skills at all, so why are you willing to do it?"

Hao Xian's face became a little ugly, and his sister Hao Xin quickly advised:

"Sister Sisi..."

However, Hao Xian raised his hand and stopped her from continuing:

"You have classes in the afternoon, hurry up and go to college."

Hao Xin looked back and forth at the tense Hao Xian and Huang Sisi with some hesitation. Finally, he took off his apron and stuffed it to Hao Xian. He took out the schoolbag from the cabinet in the corner of the lobby, and pretended to be pitiful while walking out of the store door:

"You must not argue, otherwise I will cry... I cried loudly!"

"Don't worry, can you still harm your brother?" Huang Sisi pinched off the cigarette, walked into the lobby with mature and charming steps, pulled over a chair and sat down, raised his slender left leg to his equally beautiful right leg, leaning his slender finger and leaning on his side face, "Xiaoxian, tell me, how many years does Uncle Hao's savings have been enough for this store to lose?"

"Four or five years."

"What about Hao Xin's tuition and living expenses?"

"I've counted it all. As long as I save money by myself, it's okay to hold on for four years, and she will graduate by then."

"Do you really think you can make the same dish as Uncle Hao in four years?"

"It's impossible that I'll really lose for four years. My cooking skills will always improve and my business will get better." Hao Xian said with his neck twitching.

"Zuo Zongtang chicken, Li Hongzhang mixed crumbs, Mongolian beef... You obviously will not have a bad business as long as you are willing to do it." Huang Sisi stood up and looked Hao Xian's eyes at her height of 1.78 meters, "Do you look down on these Westernized Chinese foods that have been improved to cater to the tastes of Westerners?"

"I don't, I just want to make my dad's food."

"Yes, you want to learn from your dad and make the most authentic Chinese food... But what qualifications do you have to make authentic Chinese food! The popularity of Chinese food around the world is the blood and tears of Chinese people! When my ancestors first came to this land, they were the lowest-ranking laborer. They were abducted and could not even speak English. They survived with two knives. One pair of scissors and one kitchen knife! Scissors cut hair, and cook kitchen knives! If the Chinese kitchen knife only makes authentic Chinese food, they can support their families, why do they have to work hard to improve and make more locals willing to eat it? Do you think the ancestors don't want to make authentic Chinese food!"

"Sister Sisi, I really don't mean to look down on these dishes. I just want to spend more time studying my dad's recipes and don't waste energy making dishes that cannot improve my cooking skills." Hao Xian explained sincerely.

"You're so despised. Xiaoxian, I'll give you two choices today." Huang Sisi suddenly smiled and sat back again, leaning against the table and said jokingly, "One, put down your arrogance and put Zuo Zongtang chicken and Li Hongzhang on the menu; Second, if you don't want to, go to another store, I won't rent this store!"

"But the lease has not expired yet! Chinatown is so prosperous, where can I find other shops!" Hao Xian said anxiously.

"It has not expired, so I will compensate you for the penalty for liquidated damages. Anyway, if you continue to be obsessed with it, you will only lose all Uncle Hao's deposits. It's better to take the penalty for liquidated damages to go back to college to study! My sister is rich, so you don't have to be polite to me!" Huang Sisi said domineeringly.

"Sister Sisi, you... you are unreasonable!" Hao Xian slapped his hands incoherently.

Huang Sisi just quietly glanced at the scalded scar on his hand, and didn't say anything, got up and wanted to leave.

Hao Xian stretched out his hand and wanted to continue to convince her, but he couldn't find a suitable word, so he could only watch her walk out of the store.

"I will come back at dinner time. If there is no dish on your menu that will satisfy me, I will take it back to the store tomorrow."

Huang Sisi left this sentence and disappeared into the bustling crowds of people in Chinatown.

And the door of the hometown museum is deserted.

Hao Xian lost his mind and returned to the kitchen, and saw his father's love knife on the kitchen counter at first sight.

He raised his kitchen knife and stared at the scene reflected on the knife - a haggard and downcast face.

The famous chef who once made his hometown famous in the United States of Myanmar is no longer there, and now he is the incompetent son.

After that accident, Hao Xian found his father's diary when he was sorting out the relics.

When he was a child, he always felt that learning to cook was too hard, his father was too strict, and even suspected that he was not his biological child. But after reading the diary, he realized that his father had made detailed plans for his daily training and wrote several books in a row, hoping that he could learn it and become a master who would become a master who would become a young man...

Unfortunately, it was too late for Hao Xian to know all this.

After reading the diary, he regretted it very much, regretting why he couldn't persist more back then and why he refused to continue to learn cooking.

He didn't want to regret it even more in the future, so he applied to university to take a break from school and came back to run the hometown museum left by his father, not wanting to make this store history.

When Huang Sisi left just now, he almost told about this mental journey.

But he knew that Sister Si Si's style of dealing with her was that if she really wanted to talk about it, she might even be ridiculed by the other party-

"It's touching, so touching. I can't help but applaud. If this is a reality show, I will definitely vote for you. Unfortunately, reality is not a show. Do customers think that what you cook is not delicious, and can you still complain to them and sell misery to gain sympathy?"

Well, Sister Si will definitely say that, she is so sarcastic...

Hao Xian covered his forehead helplessly.

He knew that the other party forced himself like this out of kindness. Zuo Zongtang chicken is really a dish of 100% in Miaoguo Chinese Restaurant. He didn't have to worry about how delicious it was. As long as the sweet and sour sauce was added, the people of Miaoguo could eat it very well. The business would definitely pick up, and at least it would be no problem to support his brother and sister.

But……

He has tasted how delicious a truly delicious Chinese food is.

He saw what smiles the guests would smile when they tasted their father's dishes.

He also knew what his father looked like when he was sleeping and slept in the kitchen in order to make better dishes.

He once gave up on all this, and now he is eager to reappear all this.

Although he has been abandoned for several years and has not cooked, he can still make Zuo Zongtang chicken and can do it well.

But he dared not do it, he was afraid.

He was afraid that after he made Zuo Zongtang chicken, the store would be filled with customers speaking English, and the business would be prosperous and the guests would come like clouds.

He was afraid that he would slack off at that time, and felt that even if he didn't make authentic Chinese food, he could still open the store and open it better.

He no longer thought about making Chinese food of the same level as his father.

He will surrender to life.

In that case, he would never be able to eat the dishes his father had cooked again, and no one could eat them...

"Dad, Hao Xin and I both miss you very much..."

Bent over and over the cutting board for chopping roast goose, Hao Xian buried his head, and the tears as big as beans were slashing across his cheeks...

Bang!

Hao Xian slapped his face with his hands, rushed to the pool and began to wash his face hard. The sound of water kept ringing. He only raised his head until his upper body was wet:

"It's so dangerous, the tears are salty. If you don't notice it on the chopping board, the chopping vegetables will smell. You can't have too many emotional fluctuations in the kitchen in the future..."

His voice gradually became lighter.

Maybe there is no future.

Of course, Hao Xian would not blame Huang Sisi for this. He understood that many times, people are not bad people, but they still encounter insurmountable difficulties because life is so helpless.

He wiped his hands and took out a thick note from the cabinet above. The old one looked very ordinary, and when he opened it, he was filled with dense Chinese characters.

This is his father's food notes, and every sentence in it is a life-long experience condensed by years of cooking.

"You should choose fat goose, the fat goose has more oil and charcoal fire can force out the oil and water on the goose's belly, which is equivalent to fried goose skin from the inside out, so that the skin will be crispy. The fatter the goose is, the more fragrant it is, and the brighter the color...

"Fill the marinade into the goose's belly and add eight kinds of seasonings..."

Hao Xian slowly flipped through the notes, as if he saw his father passing through the kitchen, and the confusion gradually dissipated.

"Sure enough, I still can't give up. Since I am not qualified to cook whatever I want, I will try my best to get the qualification.

"Sister Sisi is right. I can't squander my father's savings anymore. What if Hao Xin wants to study for a master's degree after finishing college? Close the store. I go to a high-end Chinese restaurant to start from scratch, and learn cooking while making money.

"When Hao Xin graduates and can take care of herself, I will go back to China! Go back to learn real Chinese food! When can I make dishes of my father's level, and when will I re-install the brand of my hometown museum!"

Hao Xian finally made up his mind to not break or establish, and a firm will burned in his eyes.

"There will be a good time to close tomorrow. What should I do for Hao Xin and Sister Sisi tonight? As expected, it's better to roast goose. After today, I can't use the underground cold storage of my hometown museum to dry the roast goose."

He finished with relief, closed the notes, and planned to pick a fat goose.

Suddenly, without warning, the golden glow shone brightly between his hands, making him unable to open his eyes.

Hao Xian was extremely shocked. When he could not see anything, he could only hold his fingers tightly and hold his father's true teachings tightly.

The light disappeared, Hao Xian endured the pain and struggled to open his eyes, but suddenly found that the notes in his hand disappeared. They changed to an ancient and simple classic book, with four vigorous words written on it-

"Peng Zu Chef Sutra".

Peng Zu?

Peng Zu!

Hao Xian widened his eyes.

Isn’t Peng Zu the ancestor who was said to offer the first delicacy of Chinese civilization to Yao, one of the Five Emperors, and created the way of cooking. He was recognized by all chefs as the ancestor?

Could the kitchen scriptures named Peng Zu be the recipes or cooking experiences written by Peng Zu?

But where did my dad go to his notes?
Chapter completed!