"so?"
My bad premonition got worse and my lips became dry.
Mo Guan raised his head, glanced at me sympathetically, shook his head and said,
"At least Lao Chuan, your so-called kitchen fight is indispensable. If you can't beat Chef Zhao, how can you beat his descendants? This sentence has been passed down for I don't know how many years. After I go back, no, when I get to the bridge, you Lao Chuan is the enemy of everyone in the world."
I covered my face silently, not daring to think about it.
Hearing what Mo Guan said, Mr. Zhao was afraid that he had suppressed the entire chef world by himself, and that he had suppressed him for decades, and no one dared to resist.
It seems that when the eight major sects besieged Wudang Mountain, the old monk said something to Zhang Sanfeng,
"Don't be afraid, everyone, there are many of us going together, even Master Zhang may not be able to kill us all."
Well, it feels like...
But the problem is that Mr. Zhao is gone now, and all the "sects" in the world are targeting me, an ordinary person who has never learned any serious lessons for a day.
Isn't this finished?
"Old Mo, it stands to reason that Mr. Zhao wouldn't just give me this recipe book. It's a gift. I'm not considered Mr. Zhao's successor, right?"
My eyes lit up, I raised my head suddenly and asked.
Mo Guan shook his head and said speechlessly,
"Anyway, I've never heard of Mr. Zhao having any disciples. Let alone recipes, which are the lifeblood of a cooking god. Even Mr. Zhao has cooked for only a handful of people."
"Then I haven't learned anything, so this can be considered a successor?"
"I don't know. The important thing is whether the inheritors of the cuisine who lost to Mr. Zhao think you are Lao Chuan."
I was speechless and silent for a long time before pretending to be relaxed and holding back a sentence,
"Then why don't I just admit defeat? All the rules Mr. Zhao gave them will be lifted."
Well, anyway, Mr. Zhao didn't ask me to have any kitchen fights with anyone. It would be better to just admit defeat and avoid causing so much trouble.
"It's not that simple."
Mo Guan shook his head again, with a serious look on his face, and added in a deep voice,
"You have been oppressed for several generations, and your dignity and face have been trampled under the soles of Mr. Zhao. How can I let you go so easily, Lao Chuan? It is impossible to give up without coming back with a thousand times revenge.
Mr. Zhao's cookbook is something that everyone who competes with Lao Chuan as a cook must get, and even if Lao Chuan you admit defeat and hand over the cookbook, they will not let you go.
Let you kneel down, kowtow to apologize, slander Mr. Zhao's reputation, and at the same time nail your name as Mr. Zhao's successor to the pillar of shame. Not only that, your Lao Chuan family and descendants will have to bear this accusation and infamy for generations to come. "
Mo Guan's eyes wandered, he coughed a few times, his face returned to seriousness in an instant, and then he continued to speak in a deep voice,
"Don't ask them why they did this, because Mr. Zhao did this when he was young. Of course, at that time, these people relied on the so-called family inheritance, and they were all very arrogant and disdainful.
Then Mr. Zhao went up to the old and the young, broke their proud bodies one by one, pulled them out and crushed them into powder. "
I turned my head in embarrassment. After hearing what Mo Guan said just now, I was filled with anger and mania.
The clay figurines are still very angry and will bring harm to their families. These people want to drive people to death!
But you, Lao Mo, added this, it seems that Mr. Zhao forced them to death in the first place.
"That's right, Mr. Zhao not only forced them to death, but also went straight to annihilate them."
Mo Guan seemed to see what I was thinking, and said with emotion,
“Back then, an old man from an aristocratic family knelt down in tears and dedicated all his family’s secret kitchen utensils to the young Mr. Zhao, praying that his family’s ancestral plaque would be spared.
As a result, Mr. Zhao sneered and trampled the plaque that had been passed down from generation to generation without even looking at it. "
"Go back and tell those rotten old logs that what I, Zhao Jianhua, want to do can't be changed even if the sky falls!"
Mo Guan spread his hands and said with admiration in his eyes,
"This is what Chef Zhao said at the time. Later, many people threatened him with death and hanged themselves. They wanted to use public opinion and rumors to force Mr. Zhao to retreat. As a result, the young Mr. Zhao ran over him without even raising his eyelids. "
"Garbage is garbage, even your cooking skills dare to claim to be inherited. From today on, there is only one word for cooking in this world, and that is the word Zhao for me, Zhao Jianhua!"
Old Sun on the side seemed to have remembered something, and said something seriously, then patted me on the shoulder and said with a smile,
"Very crazy, right? But for such a crazy person, no one in the whole world can control him. All the chefs in the world were suppressed by Zhao Jianhua, who was born that year and was only 23 years old. Mr. Zhao went crazy , I went crazy all the way to the end.
Later, some good people in the chef world named that year Zhao Nian. Moreover, when people thought it was the darkest year in the chef world, it was actually the darkest era.
It has lasted for fifty-two years. It is even said that as long as Mr. Zhao does not die for a day, the entire chef world will still be named Zhao. It is not the Zhao of the Zhao family, but the Zhao of Zhao Jianhua. One person, one sword, emerges from the sky, and has never failed. , invincible in the world. "
Mo Guan chuckled, as if he thought of something funny, he also patted me on the shoulder and said,
"The people at that time were so desperate that they could only rummage through history to finally select two chefs who were recognized as being able to compete with the contemporary Chef Zhao, and then they prayed hard. There are also many immortal species who are trying like crazy to resurrect the two legendary chef gods from the past, but in the end, none of them have tried."
Gudong!
Only then did I swallow deeply. Just from looking at Mo, I was so shocked by Lao Sun's few words that I couldn't even utter a single word.
It is hard to imagine how elegant and dazzling the young Mr. Zhao was at that time!
Everything I do is mine, and all causes and effects are cut off.
"This is what Mr. Zhao said to himself back then. Fortunately, Mr. Zhao was more popular when he was young. Later, when he reached middle age, married a wife and had children, he gradually became more restrained. Although he was still domineering, at least he was still gentle. A lot.
The chef world was willing to surrender to the rule of Mr. Zhao and ushered in an era of peaceful development until today. "
Lao Sun said with a calm smile, lit a cigarette comfortably, and slowly blew out the smoke, as if telling a legendary story that ended here.
"That's not right, Lao Sun, Lao Mo. Logically speaking, if Mr. Zhao is so awesome, ordinary people should know a lot about it. Why isn't there any publicity about it?"
I was filled with doubts.
Mr. Zhao’s deeds are simply a legend in the world! Why do you feel like it’s not widely spread?
"It's normal. When you Lao Chuan was born, Mr. Zhao was already much more stable. And, how should I put it, Mr. Zhao has some things that are not easy to publicize."
"Mr. Zhao trampled on dozens of cultural relic plaques that were over a thousand years old. If it hadn't been for the country's helpless and kind advice later, and Mr. Zhao had become more mature, it is estimated that all the heritage plaques in our country's chef industry would have been lost."
Well, this does seem to be a problem...
but,
"Is the country so easy to talk to?"
I asked tentatively with some doubts.
Lao Sun glanced at me, blew out smoke rings, and said casually with a calm face,
"It must be easy to talk to. Do you, Lao Chuan, think that it will be hard for the country to talk to Mr. Zhao, who can make a big fuss in the entire underworld headquarters with just one person? How can we be merciful and chop down the whole world with one knife?"
Well, there were some eyeless borers and mice at the beginning. I wanted to go and touch them, but naturally I couldn't even see them. I don't know how many immortal species have turned into food. Are these mice still trying to control them? Are they threatening? "
Mo Guan couldn't help but shuddered and shrank his head. That trip to the underworld to report on his work was simply the most dangerous scene in his life.
"The Chef Zhao who cooks, the Chef Zhao who holds the knife, and the Chef Zhao who sneers and holds the knife. This division is well known, not because of the difference in cooking skills, but based on the level of danger.
Besides, there are many people in the country who are die-hard fans of Mr. Zhao. The security department admires his knife skills, the logistics department admires his cooking skills, and there are still a lot of people who admire the madness of Mr. Zhao when he was young.
To put it bluntly, when Mr. Zhao gives an order, the whole world will tremble. Besides, Mr. Zhao is still a good citizen who abides by the law and loves the motherland. How can it be possible to give away something that is too late for the country to pay for it? !
Anyone who casually says something bad about Mr. Zhao will have to be investigated strictly for three generations. Focus on observation. Mr. Zhao's influence is much more powerful than his cooking skills! "
After hearing this, I silently raised my head and looked at Mo Guan.
Mo Guan's face turned red, and he became angry when I saw him, "I just said it was you, an old man, and Chef Zhao really won my dragon language formula away at that time. He was distracted and didn't do it well. He even beat me.
Mr. Zhao personally told me afterwards that he didn't do the right thing and he owed me once. I could still say something bad about him! "
Mr. Zhao made a mistake in co-writing, and he easily won the game with you, Mo Guan.
I looked contemptuous.
You, Mo Guan, are too useless.
"Then Mr. Zhao, well, how awesome is that force?"
I couldn't control the curiosity in my heart and couldn't help but ask.
Lao Sun and Mo Guan looked at each other, and then Lao Sun looked at me.
"Originally, this was something that couldn't be told to ordinary people, but now that the matter is over, Lao Chuan, you are now a formal employee of the company. You have stepped into this circle, and now that you have obtained the recipe, it will only take you a moment and a half.
As for how strong Mr. Zhao is, I don't know that. I seemed to be half asleep and half awake at that time. Moreover, I never saw Mr. Zhao take action. I only know that he is very strong. However, Mo Guan should be clearer about this. "
Mo Guan glared at Lao Sun with a look of disdain. He thought you were so powerful and knowledgeable as a traveler, but in the end, he suppressed this and I still have to explain it.
"Let's see, according to your understanding, Lao Chuan, Mr. Zhao's normal force is probably equivalent to half a nuclear bomb, but there is no such thing as nuclear radiation, which has such harmful consequences."
Mo Guan said with an understatement, but the fingers on my shoulders trembled unconsciously.
