Zhang Meimei’s great-grandmother passed away that night.
Yu Jian was a little stunned when she heard the news. When she met the old man in the afternoon, she thought she was in good spirits. She also ate a lot of the candied lotus seeds she brought, but she didn't expect that she had returned to her old self.
This was the first time she had faced death since she came to modern times, and she couldn't help but feel sad.
Grandma Yu mingled with the uncles and aunts in the alley during this time. Faced with her granddaughter's loss of concentration, she also sighed with emotion: "The old lady of the Zhang family is a capable person." She must have heard many stories about the old man.
When Yu Jian was still in a daze, Yu Yuancong ran in from outside the door, pulled her and walked out. Just when Yu Jian was about to speak, she saw a little girl standing quietly in the corner wearing mourning clothes outside the door. Her heart instantly softened. He came down, held Yu Yuan's hand, lifted him up, and walked to the little girl's side with increasing steps.
"Meimei..." Yu Jian knelt down and looked at the little girl at eye level. Zhang Meimei had a deep relationship with her great-grandmother, and she couldn't accept it for a while, and her expression was like a frightened one.
Looking at the gentle elder sister in front of her, Zhang Meimei's eyes finally became somewhat focused. She sniffed, resisted the urge to cry, and repeated what her great-grandmother said before she left: "My great-grandmother asked me to thank you. She said that in her life, she had traveled too many roads, met too many people, had stood at the top, and had been stuck in the mire. But in the end, looking back on her life, she had regrets, but she never regretted it. He said, instead of worrying about the past, it is better to look up and look forward. Only by walking through it can you know whether it is right or wrong, and whether you should continue to move forward."
Yu Jian was stunned, and the hand holding the little girl's shoulder tightened unconsciously.
Zhang Meimei felt a little uncomfortable, twisted her body, and asked blankly: "Sister, I don't understand what my grandma said."
After a long time, Yu Jian let go of her hand and laughed softly. She touched Zhang Meimei's head and told her: "When you grow up, you will understand what Grandma Tai said."
She finally understood what her grandma meant by "a capable person". At the last moment, this old man was trying to remind herself because of his kindness.
Everything about the Tang Dynasty and Rao Township converged into a ray of light and printed in Yu Jian's mind, bursting out strong sparks. She still remembers the confusion when she first arrived in modern times, and the knot in her heart when she learned the truth about time travel, and she also remembers I want to recreate Tang Shi’s dream.
How is she different from others?
Probably just a passion. For her, learning to cook is not only a means of making a living, but more of a love. She likes the smell of oil smoke coming out of the kitchen, and likes to see all the ingredients turn into delicious dishes in her hands. .
She thought that she was different from Nishimura Kowako, Tang Yuan, and even Yu Jianguo and Yu Jianping, because she had a pure love for cooking.
The shackles in her heart suddenly collapsed, and Yu Jian felt that she had never been so refreshed as at this moment.
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In a blink of an eye, the three-day appointment was up. Yu Jian carried a huge box of ingredients and knocked on the door of the restaurant.
"Ms. Nishimura, I'm here to keep my appointment." She didn't realize that there was a large group of people behind her who were ready to eat melon.
As the sliding door slid open, Nishimura Kowako could not hide her panic, and reluctantly invited Yu Jian in, not forgetting to glare fiercely at the audience gathered together.
Someone was not to be outdone: "Why are you closing the door? Is there some shady thing going on? Are you planning to bully the small boss again?"
The people next to me immediately echoed: "That's right, it's a competition, who will be the judge? Is it possible that you have the final say?"
"Little boss, please stop competing with her. It's obvious that she wants to bully you!"
There were many different opinions, but none of them had a good word.
The angry Nishimura Kowako almost threw the tea cup outside.
Yu Jian came to a restaurant for the first time, and was very curious about the decoration style of Neon Country. From time to time, she moved the various sliding doors to look at the decorations in the private rooms. I have to say that this restaurant is simple but not simple, with many small decorations.
The decorations can well show the characteristics of the neon country.
"When will Tang Yuan come?" Nishimura Xiaohezi was a little anxious.
Yu Jian was still looking around, but didn't answer her questions.
"I said, when will Tang Yuan arrive, little boss!" Nishimura Xiaohezi suddenly raised his voice, startling Yu Jian.
She looked at Nishimura Kowako inexplicably and spread her hands: "How do I know? I'm not familiar with him."
One sentence made Nishimura Kowako sulky alone. Her duel with the owner of the Yu family restaurant was a private matter, and she did have the intention of tricking Yu Jian. This kind of competition behind closed doors, even if
The judges chose Tang Yuan, and she also had many ways to make Yu Jian admit defeat.
I don’t know how it happened, but the news actually leaked out. The news first spread quietly on Lanhai Street, and then a specious report appeared on the portal website. Now, regardless of whether it is true or false, when the time comes, someone will definitely be blocking her door to verify the truth.
Fake.
And Yu Jian's appearance as scheduled just confirmed what was said on the Internet.
She was anxious inside. If in the end, all her methods were unable to be used, and she really lost to Yu Jian, which affected the teacher's plan, the teacher would definitely not let her go.
Is it the news that Yu Jian has released? She stared at the little figure with inquiring eyes, and her tone was gloomy: "Did the little boss spread the news about our duel?" Her words were full of questions.
Yu Jian rolled her eyes: "I'm not that boring." You can't find the "real murderer" and you want her to be taken advantage of?
"Isn't it you?" Nishimura Kowako continued to press.
Yu Jian was completely defeated by her words. She turned around, looked at the woman with exquisite makeup in front of her, and said slowly: "To be honest, I don't care about this competition. Because in my opinion, you don't care at all.
You are not up to the standard of being my opponent, Nishimura Kowako."
Isn't it okay to be nice and nice on the surface? You have to let her tell the truth. Sometimes the truth is very hurtful, okay?
"You -" Sure enough, Nishimura Kowako was angry. She threw the teacup to the ground suddenly, her delicate expression cracked, and she stared at Yu Jian like a sinister snake, "You are too arrogant!
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Yu Jian continued to spread her hands. Why, do you still want to bite her?
Tang Yuan pushed the door open and came in. Looking at Nishimura Xiaowazi's expression of wanting to eat someone, he asked in confusion: "I came at the wrong time? Can we wait until you finish the fight?"
Tang Jingling, who was behind her, couldn't hold back and laughed out loud. As expected, her brother's words were astonishing. She rubbed her sore cheeks, secretly winked at Yu Jian, and pointed to a corsage on her chest, at the stamen.