Looking at Song Zixuan's gaze, Ke Hongtao felt a chill behind him.

He didn't know why Song Zixuan changed so much during this period. Even he couldn't resist the momentum he was now.

This momentum seems to be innate. Even if it was the first time I met Song Zixuan, Ke Hongtao could feel it, but... it was particularly powerful tonight.

"You did this?" Song Zixuan said.

Ke Hongtao hurriedly explained: "No, don't get me wrong. I just asked, but I didn't expect... it was really uneasy."

"You know something will happen tonight?"

"Maybe, but I'm also guessing, brother, I said this has nothing to do with me, do you believe it?"

Song Zixuan thought for a while: "Believe it, as long as your third master says it, I will believe it. After all, you have no reason to fool me."

Upon hearing this, Ke Hongtao nodded: "That's right, actually... Master Huang also asked me to attack you, but I didn't do that."

"Haha, you're waiting for my answer. If I reject you, you'll do it right?"

Ke Hongtao was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."

"The third master really dares to admit it."

"I can't help but be in the world. Brother, Master Huang is there. Who dares to fight against him in Dumen? I think Cheng Ba's idea is the same as me now. If you cooperate with you, you can make a big profit. It would be worth fighting against Master Huang, otherwise... we don't dare."

Song Zixuan knew about this, otherwise he would not have dared to challenge Master Cheng Ba. He relied on this little thought of Master Cheng Ba.

"According to what you mean... is this matter related to Mr. Huang today?" This is also Song Zixuan's previous inference. Now I ask Ke Saner, which can be considered a confirmation.

"I can't confirm, but it's about 80% similar. Mr. Huang asked me and you to support me these days, but I haven't moved yet. Today... maybe it's Mr. Huang's own movement."

In fact, when Ke Hongtao came today, he also found out about the situation on Song Zixuan. If Mr. Huang really did move, it would mean that the other party could not trust him at all.

After all, Mr. Huang had just finished his assignment with him the day before, and now he has made moves. Now it seems that he, Ke Saner, is also embarrassed.

"I understand. I just confirm with the third master. I know what to do."

"Brother, then we..."

"San Master, I don't want to explain some things thoroughly. You know in your heart, so don't wait for me to reply."

After saying that, Song Zixuan walked into the alley.

Ke Hongtao stood at the entrance of the alley. After a long time, he clenched his fists.

The cold night did not make him feel cold, but his heart was even colder.

But this is not because Song Zixuan did not choose to cooperate with him, but because he may have missed the best opportunity in his life!

In the catering industry, there are only three reasons to take off. First, the management method is good, and a restaurant is managed seriously. Second, it is because it has a wide connection and relies on help and support from all walks of life. Third, it is because it has amazing special dishes.

Needless to mention the first method, the day when Ke Hongtao stepped into the underground world, he was destined to be unable to do business seriously.

The second type is that although he is doing well, he is far from those with yellow hair. It is impossible to take off by those people forever.

Therefore, people like Xiang Ke Saner and Cheng Ba can only rely on the third reason, but the real good dish is hard to get for decades. Finally, this opportunity came and missed it again...

This is the biggest failure for people like them.

Seeing that it was not too late, Song Zixuan went directly to Fang Jingzhi House. Sure enough, the old man was drinking and listening to Peking Opera.

"Old man, it's past nine o'clock, are you still drinking? Three meals a day are not enough for you to drink?" Song Zixuan walked into the house and snatched the bottle of wine beside Fang Jingzhi, put it aside.

Fang Jingzhi glanced at Song Zixuan: "You young people are having midnight snacks, can't I take a sip?"

"I didn't say I won't let you drink, but I'll have to make some decisions. We have to set a rule. I'll be exempted from this meal in the future." Song Zixuan said, removing the short table in front of the old man and covering him with another blanket.

Fang Jingzhi was so beautiful that he leaned behind him, and he seemed to be enjoying himself and sounded like Peking Opera, but he didn't speak.

"Hey, you old man, don't say anything but you say a few words?"

Song Zixuan said closer.

But Fang Jingzhi was still like that, shaking his head and listening, as if he was not as good as Song Zixuan.

Song Zixuan rolled his eyelids, gasped, and said, "Okay, I'm twisted but you can do it, right? But I have to inquire with you."

Fang Jingzhi still ignored it.

Song Zixuan was so angry, but he had to hold back his anger even when he was angry. He leaned closer and sat directly at the head of the bed, and shouted in the old man's ear: "Do you know Yongshenlu?"

Hearing this sentence, Fang Jingzhi was suddenly stunned, his head stopped shaking, and his eyes looked straight ahead.

He was silent for a while and slowly spoke: "Guangxu, Prince Yong..."

Song Zixuan widened his eyes: "What? Prince Yong?"

Fang Jingzhi nodded slowly: "This is an old thing, how can you get it?"

"How can I get it? I haven't seen it before. Oh no, I haven't heard it before, but now some people say I have it in my hands and I'm still thinking about it."

Fang Jingzhi slowly turned his head and looked at Song Zixuan: "Oh..."

"Oh? I said, "Old man, some people say I have it. Now I'm thinking about it. What are you?"

"This item is good. If you have it, you can bring it to me for grandpa?"

Song Zixuan shook his head helplessly: "Okay, it seems that he is so confused. I can give it back to you... I can take it."

After saying that, Song Zixuan got up and walked aside and packed up the house.

During this period, Han Rong didn't go to work. She kept her at home and there were waiters in the store. Song Zixuan could say that he didn't have to clean up at all. Only the old man had to clean up himself. This is filial piety and the rules he set for himself.

But Fang Jingzhi sat there like he had just now, his posture had not changed, and he was thinking...

Song Zixuan was rubbing the table, Fang Jingzhi said: "Seventy-two dishes, thirty-seven full dishes, thirty-five Chinese dishes, including 16 court dishes and 56 folk dishes. I remember the first dish was... garlic sauce and ramen..."

Song Zixuan looked up at Fang Jingzhi. Hearing him skillfully say so many words, he seemed to really understand this Yongshen Record very well.

"Grandpa, what did you say? Yongshenlu is a recipe?"

Fang Jingzhi ignored Song Zixuan's words and continued: "A prince... if he doesn't do serious business, he'll eat it in one bite!"

Seeing this, Song Zixuan did not interrupt again. He put down the rag in his hand and walked to Fang Jingzhi's side and continued to listen.

"I'll eat today and tomorrow, and I'll eat it all year round. I've really made a name for myself. I've made a recipe. This person... there's always a way to go."

Song Zixuan tried to piece together the old man's fragmented language, as if he understood the story about Yongshen Lu.

It is said that there was a Prince Yong during the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty. He didn't do serious business but liked to eat. Later, he created a life hall, which should refer to this Yongshen Record.

"But people don't know that Prince Yong still has a habit..."

"Um?"

"This old boy is so happy. How many dishes in Yongshen are really famous dishes, but more of them are just subtitles."

"Ah? Why is this? Since you have made it, you can't get a recipe for the past generation?" Song Zixuan asked.

Fang Jingzhi smiled: "He thought, but he was not capable of that? What's more, there are not a dish that is really good for generations. How many famous dishes are still not good in China? How many are there? "

"But... what's the use of him making a bunch of ordinary dishes in it?"

"What's the use? Emperor Guangxu likes it. If you make a few dishes, it's at most to be liked by the emperor. But if it makes a recipe, it will become a major imperial kitchen project, and Prince Yong will naturally receive the award."

Song Zixuan smiled: "I didn't expect that this prince loved food all his life, but he still couldn't avoid the secular world and created a half-fake recipe."

"It's right, it's not wrong to say that it's half fake. Half of the dishes are early Qing Dynasty dishes or folk dishes, just easy to talk, not that evil, but there are still six good dishes."

"Six paths? There are 72 dishes in total, only six good dishes?"

"Haha, these six good dishes are peerless. I remember it is...Sea Explosive Golden Bricks, Clear Water Anchovies, Steamed Eight Treasures, Wufuzhai Dishes, Thousand Slised Taro Crispy and..." Fang Jingzhi lowered his eyebrows slightly and thought, "Oh by the way, it's Doulongmen!"

When listening to the previous dishes, Song Zixuan didn't react much, but when he heard about the Dragon Door, he suddenly became energetic.

"Doulongmen? Grandpa, the third dish of your recipe!"

Fang Jingzhi's performance was peaceful. He nodded: "That's right, so... the precious recipes in the world also have intersections, especially this Yongshen Record, which almost has intersections with too many recipes. Just say the 39th dish in this Yongshen Record, fish-flavored shredded pork, I don't need to say more, right?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan laughed: "That's, grandpa, this has an intersection with the recipes in our hotel."

When Song Zixuan said this, Fang Jingzhi also laughed.

"That's right, Sun Tie, how are you learning about Doulongmen?"

"Grandpa, I'm not ripe with the five golden scales yet, why are you fighting the Dragon Gate?"

Fang Jingzhi nodded slowly: "Oh...that's the case, right, I remember... the cook used to learn the three dishes of the first recipe in four years, and you...not long......"

"Four years? Grandpa, is this Dragon Gate so difficult?"

Fang Jingyi smiled: "That depends on your ability."

The two of them chatted for a while before Song Zixuan asked Mr. Fang to rest quickly, clean up the house, and bring out the garbage. Then he left Fang Jingzhi House.

After returning home, Song Zixuan tossed and turned, thinking about the third dish of the recipe, and was also worried about what Mr. Huang would do in the future. It seemed that he would talk to Mr. Eighth Master tomorrow, otherwise he would not be able to rest during this period of time.

However, what he was more concerned about was his current situation. Master Huang clearly stated that he had a permanent festival record, but he didn't know Master Huang, so he wanted to explain that he didn't have any, and there was no place to talk about it.

"This matter...it seems that you have to ask him..." Song Zixuan said, looking at his mother and sister who were sleeping in the bed. Seeing that they were sleeping soundly, he smiled slightly, and his smile was full of satisfaction.
Chapter completed!