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Looking into Lin's bright eyes, the Poverty Old Man revealed a comforting smile. His gaze was exceptionally kind as he couldn't help but reach out to pat Lin on the shoulder.
"Alright! Based on your words, I won't let you join any School of Cooking!"
The old man and the young boy shared a resonance of not wanting to rely on others, and thus they reached a consensus to let Lin venture out on his own.
"Master..."
Qing Uncle shook his head helplessly. He didn't know whether the Poverty Old Man had grown too old to remember the darkness of the Culinary World or if he was just overly confident in Lin.
Perhaps the Poverty Old Man wanted Lin to experience the Culinary World alone, just as he did when he was young. A journey without a background would be more authentic and would allow him to endure more hardships.
In the depths of the Poverty Old Man's heart, such experiences from his youth were likely the most precious memories.
...
"Master, we've arrived."
The silver lightning stopped at the entrance of Lin's home. Qing Uncle turned to look at the two and said softly.
The Poverty Old Man glanced over and nodded, saying, "A-Qing, you go ahead. I have something to discuss."
Upon hearing this, Qing Uncle was momentarily stunned, then a look of surprise flashed in his eyes as he vaguely guessed that the Poverty Old Man might be about to do something important.
"I understand, Master."
After giving Lin a meaningful glance, Qing Uncle got out of the car.
Once Qing Uncle exited, he strolled across the street, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and his gaze gradually became distant as he murmured softly.
"Master is going to pass on the Bone Soft Cake recipe, right?"
"This would be the best outcome. Our Holy Hand School will have successors and won't be ruined by this fool..."
In a state of confusion mixed with resentment, Qing Uncle was filled with anger. He hated himself for lacking the talent for pastries, having to rely on others and bringing shame to the Holy Hand School.
Smoking was a major taboo for chefs, as it would ruin their sense of smell and taste. Qing Uncle knew this, but ever since he joined Qing Shui Liu, he had resorted to smoking to relieve his sorrows.
After finishing a cigarette, Qing Uncle raised his head and looked up.
"Junior Sister, do you see? After inheriting the Holy Hand School, he didn't bring you shame; he took on the burden for you. Your spirit can rest in the Divine Garden now..."
At that moment, the sunlight was so bright that it blinded Qing Uncle, and in his daze, he seemed to see his junior sister smiling gently at him.
...
"A-Qing Brother, come quickly and take a look!"
"What is it?"
"You'll know when you see it..."
"Wow! Junior Sister, how did you make the kitchen look like this? Master will scold you!"
"Woohoo, what should I do?"
"Um... leave it to me. If Master asks, just don't say anything!"
Then, the young Qing Uncle was fed a plate of Bamboo Board Stir-Fried Meat by Poverty Old Man.
...
"Brother Lin, do you think my dress is pretty?"
"Really pretty! Junior Sister, why are you dressed up so nicely?"
Shuyao smiled shyly, "I'm going to meet someone."
"Who?" A-Qing asked, his eyes filled with a sense of crisis.
"His name is Lin Zhongxun, he's an adventurer, Brother Lin. He's really tall and handsome, and he has a charming way of speaking. Listen, their Adventure Group..."
"Oh..."
A-Qing's expression gradually dimmed as he seemed to understand something. That night, he drank for the first time and got completely drunk.
...
"Brother Lin, I'm getting married, you have to come!"
Shuyao linked arms with Lin Zhongxun and smiled happily at A-Qing.
"I will, Junior Sister. Don't worry, Brother Lin will give you the best wedding gift."
A-Qing smiled stiffly, his gaze towards Lin Zhongxun filled with jealousy.
After that, A-Qing disappeared for six months, leaving Azure Planet. He returned for Shuyao's wedding, bringing a rolling pin made of Dragonwood.
At the wedding, Shuyao received the Dragonwood, smiling joyfully.
A-Qing got drunk at the wedding. He laughed recklessly, completely intoxicated, leaning on the table while laughing and crying, shouting, "Junior Sister is getting married! I'm so happy!"
...
"Junior Sister, are you doing well in that world?"
Tears shimmered in the corners of Qing Uncle's eyes, clear and bright. He couldn't help but light another cigarette, taking a deep drag as if the swirling smoke could ease his pain.
Cigarettes drift away in wisps and then dissipate, just like the longing of middle-aged A-Qing, floating to that unreachable world.
Junior sister, do you know? I have always been protecting you, no matter where you are...
...
...
Ten minutes later, Lin stepped down from the Sports Car, and Qing Uncle got back in.
"A-Qing, you smoked again?"
"Master, did you notice?"
"I told you not to smoke! I told you! Smoke! Smoke!"
Under the Poverty Old Man's reprimand, Qing Uncle gave Lin an awkward smile and softly said, "You must make Bone Soft Cake to carry your mother's dreams..."
"Hmm?"
This statement left Lin puzzled. He scratched his chin, about to ask what it meant when Qing Uncle had already driven away.
In the distance, the angry shouts of the Poverty Old Man still echoed. Lin bit his lip and lowered his head, looking at the chip in his hand.
In the center of his palm was a white chip, resembling Divine Residue but more regular in shape, hexagonal and not as sharp as Divine Residue.
"Memory Fragment of the Spirit of Cuisine? Interesting! Interesting!"
Lin murmured softly, his eyes filled with uncontainable excitement.
Just moments ago, the Poverty Old Man had given him this fragment in the car. As soon as it was in his hand, the System prompted Lin that he had obtained [Memory Fragment of the Spirit of Cuisine - 8].
The Spirit of Cuisine was originally a deity who studied gastronomy, and later achieved the supreme culinary path, bringing cuisine to its ultimate form—highly compatible and capable of shining.
However, it is unclear why the deity's garden underwent changes. To ensure that his Divine Menu would not be buried, he resolutely chose to shatter his Divine Fragment, dispersing the methods for 80 dishes throughout the starry sea.
This fragment is number 8, the method for Bone Soft Cake.
"Truly worthy of the Divine Menu; even the Equipment has strict requirements. Just finding a Dragonwood rolling pin is quite difficult, isn't it?"
"Dragonwood... I feel like I've heard that somewhere before. Right, didn't my mom have one?"
In a moment of thought, Lin suddenly remembered that his mother had left him some relics, among which was a Dragonwood rolling pin!
Recalling this precious rolling pin made Lin Xin quite excited; it was even better than the Spirit Blade Set in terms of kitchen tools!
Suppressing his excitement, Lin quickly walked to the front door and rang the doorbell repeatedly.
However, after ringing it several times, Lin Ye did not hear Dream Source come to open the door. He anxiously shouted, "Alien! What are you doing in there?"
Another minute passed with the doorbell echoing through the house, yet there was still no response from Dream Source.
Suddenly, Lin's eyes widened as he realized that something might have happened to Dream Source!
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