After a hasty greeting to Zhang Hua and the others, Yu Jian ran out of the hotel holding the letter. She was eager to solve the mystery.
"Hey? What's wrong with this girl? You don't want any red envelopes?" Zhang Hua felt a little strange as he pinched a thick red packet given by Zhou Yuanzhou himself.
The second child looked down on him: "Do you think everyone is like you and falls in the eyes of money..."
"If we don't make money, we still have to support so many young apprentices!" Zhang Hua glanced at him and said.
Although there are many rules in the Manchu-Han banquet lineage, the ancestors' teachings are: Those who have left the apprenticeship must feed back. Zhang Hua and the others are used to it. Half of the money they earn is used to subsidize the purchase of ingredients for the disciples who have not yet left the apprenticeship.
The taxi wandered through the streets and alleys of Beijing, and soon arrived at the entrance of the alley.
The square notebook in her arms felt hot, causing Yu Jian's hand to tighten again. There was no sound in the courtyard. Yu Yuan followed her to the restaurant today. Grandma Yu... she should be taking a nap at this time.
Yu Jian looked at the slightly yellowed but well-preserved old booklet in front of her. Suddenly her throat twitched and she fumbled with the blank cover with her fingers for a long time before slowly opening the first page.
"The Qing Dynasty was in great difficulty, but thanks to the great grace of the Holy Spirit, I was able to find a way out today. I stayed at...Chang'an Gate to fulfill my thoughts..."
Yu Jian looked at the familiar handwriting, sadness poured into her heart, and tears burst out instantly.
This handwriting.
It really belongs to her master.
She was originally curious as to how the paper on her desk could appear in modern times, and the origin of her master Zhong Wen was actually completely recorded.
Now, everything seemed to become clear before my eyes.
Yu Qiming is her master Zhong Wen.
There was just one thing she didn't understand, how could the master live so long. From the Tang Dynasty to modern times, during the thousand years, had he found the secret of immortality... or...
Have the same experience as her?
She carefully studied each page. But Yu Qiming's diary came to an abrupt end one day.
Yu Jian fixedly looked at the date on it: Guyu.
On this day of Guyu... what happened again?!
After reading it several times, there was still no clue. Yu Jian closed the book sadly, lost in thought.
"Jian?" There was a knock on the door, and Grandma Yu called her outside, "You kid, you didn't even say a word when you came back. It's almost evening, can I cook for you?"
It was already dark outside the window, and in the dim room, there was only a desk lamp that gave off a dim, warm light, illuminating her face.
It's almost six o'clock.
Yu Jian woke up suddenly, hurriedly pushed away the chair and stood up, shouting outside: "Grandma, don't move, I'll come." Her arm accidentally caught the booklet, and as she stood up, it fell on the hand with a "crash".
.
She hurriedly picked it up and brushed away the dust on the surface distressedly, but inadvertently, she touched a small... dark pattern on the back cover.
After he settled down, he touched it with his fingertips again.
This is where secret messages are hidden.
After comparison, the back cover is indeed a bit thicker than the front cover. The two thick pages of paper seem to be the same to others, but they hide a mystery.
She quickly used a paper knife to carefully open the joints, and a piece of thin rice paper folded in pairs floated down. Under the light, a plum blossom in the lower corner was reflected.
She closed her eyes for a moment, hiding her eyes that were constantly moist.
"My son Yuan Xi: I wonder if you can see my father's final letter. It's ridiculous to say that I died in the Tang Dynasty, but I didn't want to be reborn in the later generations. After thinking about it, I'm afraid it was my father who sent me a message back then.
The blessing plate prayed by the abbot of Baohua Temple worked. The master once said that death may not necessarily dissipate the soul. I scoffed at that time, but I didn’t want to really accept the word of opportunity. The most regretful thing in my life as a father is that I can’t be with you.
Recognizing each other, I dragged you into the turbulent waters of the royal family. The Yu family is full of loyalty, but in the end it was destroyed in my hands..."
Tears, one drop after another, fell on the paper, blurring out the layers of ink and losing sight of it.
Yu Jian's hands trembled as she continued to look down.
"Of course, your brother went south to avoid trouble and eventually formed a line of his own. When I woke up, it was the time of Grain Rain. Yu Qiming was persecuted and drowned in the lake. He never thought that I could replace him. The Tang Dynasty has passed, but
The dispute has not been resolved. My father's life has been full of ups and downs, but I have been looking for you, but I don't know where you were born or who you have become..."
It turns out that the master never gave up on her.
Tears poured down like rain curtains, and Yu Jian burst into tears.
The last words are Yu Qiming's last words: "It will be Guyu again in a blink of an eye. I deeply feel that God is calling me, and I'm afraid it won't be long. I leave this last note in my note, hoping that one day, my son Yuanxi can see...Yu,
Will not die."
…
Yu Yuan approached his sister cautiously and poked her on the back.
No movement.
My sister has maintained this posture for a long time.
The water in the pot is almost coming out.
He bit his finger and shouted: "Sister, the water is boiling!"
"Oh." Yu Jian hurriedly came to her senses and covered the hot pot lid with her bare hands...
"Hiss--" With a gasp, she retracted her hand and threw it up desperately. As expected, she was severely burned.
Yu Yuan stood on tiptoe and turned on the faucet: "Quick, rinse it with cold water!" What happened to my sister? Why is she so absent-minded?
Yu Jian shook her head, suppressing the loss and sadness in her heart, and smiled apologetically at Yu Yuan: "Sister, I was distracted, I'm sorry."
Yu Yuan was very serious: "It's sister, you got burned. I'm sorry!" After saying that, he looked at her red palms with a cold face and pursed his lips.
It's all because I'm too young, otherwise I could cook by myself without my sister's help. My sister must have been too tired recently and didn't have time to take a good rest, so she was in a hurry.
When the heat dissipated slightly, Yu Jian wiped her hands dry. Although there was still a hint of pink, it was not as scary as the scarlet at the beginning. She lightly patted her brother's head and pushed him out of the kitchen: "You go outside and wait.
It will be fine soon.”
Yu Yuan stood still and refused to leave. She stubbornly raised her face and looked at him: "I won't leave! I'm here to accompany you."
He has to watch his sister, maybe something will happen later...
Yu Jian couldn't resist him, so she could only ask him to stand farther away to avoid being splashed by the oil wick. With a slight sigh, she slowly cut the sliced waist into the oil pan.
Make the onion base, bloom the loin slices, pour hot wine on it, and sprinkle in salt. These actions that she has done since she was a child are like being engraved in her bones. No matter how complicated her mind is, she can never go wrong.
As the steaming dishes came out of the pot, Yu Yuan thoughtfully arranged the bowls and chopsticks. When everyone was at the table, he picked up a piece of kidney slice and put it in his mouth.
"Bah!" He just chewed it, wrinkled his face and spit it out again.
Grandma Yu: "What are you doing, kid?"
Yu Yuan pointed to the waist flower and said with a crying face: "It's too painful——"