The next day.

The sky was gray and it was drizzling.

February has passed, and the solar term is said to be the beginning of spring, but a cemetery in the suburbs of Jinguan City does not show the spring back to the earth as shown in the solar term.

Tombstones lined up and left, the colors were also gray.

This morning, when Xia Yu and Zhu Qing were on a trip, they were wearing plain clothes. Zhu Qing was wearing a black shirt, black women's trousers, holding a black umbrella in his hand, wearing Xia Yu, and quietly stood in front of one of the inconspicuous tombstones.

There is no inscription on the tomb of a certain person on the monument, only the simple and heavy word "Xia".

"Sister, I'll come to see you."

Zhu Qing placed a bouquet of white flowers under the tombstone, clamped the handle of the umbrella with his shoulders, put his palms together, lowered his head and closed his eyes slightly, and was mourning and memorializing.

Her expression was plain and without a trace of sadness.

Perhaps, time has already washed away the pain of the death of relatives. The so-called time is the best antidote in the world, that's it.

Xia Yu talked about his "parents" he had never met? Before he came, he had no concern for this relationship. Even if he truly integrated into this identity and regarded himself as a member of the Xia family, the shadow of his parents was not much in his heart, or it did not exist at all.

However.

At this time on this rainy day, looking at the tombstone of the summer character, I felt inexplicably moved and thrilled.

After a moment, Zhu Qing slowly opened his eyes.

She glanced at another bunch of flowers placed under the tombstone, and smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, "It seems that the old guy came to the cemetery to see his son before leaving."

That old guy is naturally Xia Qing.

Zhu Qing was not surprised by Xia Yu, who stood there without worship or memorial, and on the contrary, she understood and said, "A Yu, aren't you very strange?"

A bitter smile appeared on his face.

"I have never seen parents since I can remember them, and they have no sound or appearance. In your eyes, they may be characters that are flatter than passers-by, just like paper people." She said softly.

The old man was very stubborn and had never told Xia Yu about the past. He even had a photo of his son and daughter-in-law.

I guess the old man shouldn't have that kind of thing that makes people feel weak.

“I have a few photos here…”

Zhu Qing was about to flip through the bag he brought with him, but with a buzzing sound, the boy who had been dull on the side for a few minutes slowly knelt on the aisle of the cemetery. Because it was raining, the floor was slippery and cold. Zhu Qing said, "I have paper here, please take it and put it on."

"No."

A quieter voice than usual.

The boy knelt down, put his palms together, like a prayer under the statue of God, and his face gave people a sense of seriousness and piety.

Pious?

That's right, it seems like praying for faith rather than mourning the dead parents.

Zhu Qing was stunned.

"Let's go." After a moment, the boy opened his eyes and stood up.

"Yeah..." Zhu Qing responded.

Just like the raindrops floating in the sky, silently, the two of them came quietly and walked lightly when they left, as if they were afraid of disturbing the sleepers here.

Passing by a larger cemetery.

This cemetery was obviously bought by a wealthy family early on, with fences around it, and a funeral was being held silently inside, and a cluster of black umbrellas could be seen in the garden. This morning, when Xia Yu and Zhu Qing came, they met people attending the funeral.

The funeral was over, and the family members who were sobbing in a low voice were sent to a black car.

Several young men in black suits and sad faces stopped outside the cemetery after seeing off the car.

"Master...is he really gone?"

"I'm leaving."

"What should I do if Piaoxianglou is there! There will definitely be no way to go without a master in the kitchen!"

"Why did the Master promise such a cruel food halberd? The food halberd that takes lives is backward, ignorant, and dark, and has long been banned by the official. Why did Master go to the meeting!"

A young man felt that the sky had collapsed, knelt on the ground, covered his face and cried in tears.

For these apprentices and disciples, the top chair in the faction inheritance will break and disappear, and their world will fall apart.

There is no doubt.

No matter what restaurant, the chef who lost the top brand is predictable!

Xia Yu walked by and glanced at several dazed young men.

Get on the bus outside the cemetery.

Zhu Qing put away the black umbrella, patted Xia Yu and himself the water droplets stained on his shoulder, and sat straight into the driver's seat, inserted the key, and fired, and the car had a slight engine vibration.

"Where to go? Go back to the old house?" His dark and clear eyes were reflected in the rearview mirror.

Xia Yu thought something and didn't answer. After a while, he looked up and smiled, saying, "Aunt Qing, did my parents die like that?"

"……Um?"

Zhu Qingliu frowned, "Why did you suddenly ask this?"

Her heart was beating.

Unexpectedly, Xia Yu did not go into the deeper quest and continued to laugh: "I, I was actually praying for the sacred rule of eating halberds just now."

“There are wins and losses.”

“There are life and death.”

"At such a gambling table, everything is clear!"

As he said that, Xia Yu gently lowered his eyes, "And even if he was unfortunately defeated, it was because of his lack of strength. I think those deceased would only leave with regret and unwillingness, rather than resentment and anger."

Zhu Qing opened his mouth, "A Yu, the life and death halberd has been explicitly banned!"

"I know, it's just a metaphor... Besides, is it really prohibited if it is explicitly prohibited? There are always dark corners that are too bright." Xia Yu smiled and touched his heart. When he saw the tombstone throbbing in the cemetery before, his eyes suddenly became deeper, with a strange look that made Zhu Qing's heart tremble. "However, rules are rules, and you have to be able to play with them after betting. The passing of the dead does not mean that his descendants and inheritors can accept it safely. Things in the world are often like this!"

He suddenly stopped talking, "Go to Lan!"

"Lan's?"

"Which Lan family is still there in Shu?" Xia Yu was funny, "Let's go and visit that old monster Lan Fengxian. I have something to ask him!"

Zhu Qing finally came back from his slightly trance state, looked down at the steering wheel in his hand, but his heart was filled with uneasy waves, "A Yu, are you planning to 'fight'?"

There is a hint of relief in my eyes, but more worry and worry.

...

"Hand of God?"

The imperial capital, the white jade building.

In contrast to the ancient chess record, he sets up his own game and entertains himself, puts down the chess record, and wanders around the room with his hands behind his back for a while.

Can't calm down.

Since his beloved disciple Ye Feizhou reported something to him an hour ago, Zhu Ji has been unable to sit still.

Few people can remember the real name of this leader.

Red halberd.

Compared to his own name, the Chinese community is more willing to call him a title that represents his cooking skills and status - Longtou.

In a sense, "leader" is also a position.

He is in charge of the Chinese food industry.
Chapter completed!