In the Ming Dynasty 1498, my restaurant connects two worlds.

The Great Ming Dynasty, the night of the Ghost Festival.

Ignoring the two guys in the competition, Song Xiaoyi went to the kitchen to prepare dishes and drinks. He wanted to have a good time tonight. This was the first festival he had celebrated since coming to the Ming Dynasty. So be it, it was the Ghost Festival. With talented men and beautiful women by his side, he wouldn't be lonely.

When Song Xiaoyi was preparing dinner, Xu Zhenqing returned.

Today is the Ghost Festival, and the people of Yingtian Prefecture in Southern Zhili of the Ming Dynasty attach great importance to it. In addition, this year is the year of the autumn imperial examination, and the Qinhuai River is crowded with the painted boats of various brothels. Xu Jing heard that Tang Bohu was known for his romantic affairs, so he specially came to invite Tang Bohu to participate in the flower boat selection event.

The very dedicated Xu Zhenqing tricked Xu Jing into leaving, found an opportunity to throw him into a pleasure boat, had a girl get Xu Jing half-drunk, and then quietly returned.

In order to stall Tang Bohu, Zhu Zhishan proposed to compete with Tang Bohu in painting, which was well known to be Zhu Zhishan's weakness.

The Ghost Festival dinner prepared by Song Xiaoyi happened to be the second event, and the group of people got Tang Bohu completely drunk.

While spending the festival with talented men and beautiful women at the Song Mansion in the Ming Dynasty, Song Xiaoyi naturally missed countless phone calls, and his phone ran out of battery.

I woke up from my drunken stupor after a night of drinking.

The rooster was still very dutiful.

"It seems that roasting a rooster won't scare it. I'll research a new rooster dish when I get back."

After washing up and returning to the restaurant, Song Xiaoyi saw three people waiting at the entrance from afar.

"Old clan chief?" Song Xiaoyi was a little confused. What time was it? It should take two hours to get here from Moling Village, right? They left at 3 a.m.?

Song Xiaoyi had no idea how important a "livelihood secret recipe" was to a family. After his two cousins ​​returned and reported back, the old patriarch summoned the elders overnight to discuss the matter. They eventually decided to bring the two leaders of the first and second branches of the third branch to observe and learn.

The honeycomb briquette stove was always burning; it would heat up immediately as soon as the baffle was removed. Song Xiaoyi carried the stove to the door, explaining the techniques while changing the coal. Next, he set up the oil pan at the door and demonstrated frying dough sticks, mixing batter, and blanching vegetables. After making three pancakes and explaining the whole process, many diners had already gathered at the door.

Jianbing Guozi was actually only sold for half a day at Taoye Ferry, but its advantage was that after a day of fermentation, those who had never tried it wanted to try it, and those who had tried it wanted to try the other two flavors.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please line up. Don't make a mess. If you line up one by one, it will be quick. If everyone is in a disorderly manner, I won't know how to do it, and it will actually be slower."

With the system's skills boosting him, Song Xiaoyi could make two meals per minute at full speed. The first wave of customers left satisfied, while the Song clan leader and two uncles were dumbfounded.

This... is fast, and... it really makes money!

Don't be fooled by the fact that a jianbing guozi only costs three coins; he's incredibly fast! How many can he make in an hour? Two hundred? Six hundred coins!

As Xiao Yi just said, the cost is only half! Net profit is three hundred coins!

If all the unemployed members of the clan were to work at various busy stalls, how much could each person earn in a day? One string of cash a day! Are you crazy?

The wise clan chief had already figured it out. The griddle and stove were a one-time investment, and the honeycomb briquettes probably required special equipment to make, but Xiao Yi would surely teach the clan how. The fried dough sticks were made by frying dough, and there were only a few vegetables, yet more than a dozen people were involved, so the cost was naturally very low.

The most crucial part is the sauce recipe!

"Uncle, why don't you try making one?" Song Xiaoyi stepped aside and handed the scraper to his uncle. "Seeing it ten times is not as good as doing it once."

Unexpectedly, this uncle was very efficient at the first step, only a little slower than Song Xiaoyi!

The ancients were so good at learning and doing things!

Song Xiaoyi was shocked.

This is so easy!

The clan chief and the clan elder thought to themselves.

"Let me give it a try!" The clan chief insisted on doing it himself, and sure enough, it was just a matter of being slow; it was very easy to do!

"Chief, this isn't difficult, is it? As long as the child is tall enough, they can do it too. Even if they are slow at first, practice makes perfect, and they will only get faster and faster later on."

"Then this..."

"Don't worry, clan leader. Since Xiao Yi sent his two brothers back with a message, he will naturally pass on the entire secret recipe to the clan."

"Clan leader, uncles, please wait a moment, I'll go get the samples."

As soon as Song Xiaoyi went upstairs and turned the corner of the entrance hall, he saw a large crowd of people outside the door!

"What's going on?!"

"Xiao Yi! You're in there! Open the door!"

"Brother Xiao Yi! You scared us to death! We thought you'd been kidnapped! We tried calling you, but your phone was off. We knocked on the door at the Song residence for ages, but no one answered. We called out to you here for a long time too!"

"Dean Teng has already called the police!"

"Huh?! Oh dear, I drank too much last night and fell asleep in the kitchen..." Song Xiaoyi quickly came up with an excuse, grabbed his phone, and sure enough, turned it off.

"It's good that you're alright. You scared me, kid."

When Dean Teng saw that Song Xiaoyi was alright, he felt relieved and went to send away the police who had just arrived at Taoye Ferry.

"Oh, Mr. Wu! What brings you here too?"

"Xiao Yi, this isn't the place to talk," Old Wu suggested, noticing a large crowd of onlookers. "How about we go straight to your old house?"

"Oh, okay," Song Xiaoyi thought to herself, it's best if they're not here! "But wait a moment, I'll go to the kitchen to get the key."

Song Xiaoyi turned around the entrance hall, not even having time to give anything to the clan leader. He went downstairs and found Song Yunqiu. "Sister, there's an urgent matter in the Immortal Realm. Please take care of things here first and tell the clan leader and the others to wait. Just say I'm going to prepare the blueprints."

After giving his instructions, he quickly went upstairs, locked the door, and led Old Wu and the others across the bridge to the modern Song Mansion.

Damn, that was close! Any later and the door would have been smashed. I'll definitely need to get a super long battery life for my phone from now on.

After entering the modern-day Song Mansion and closing the gate, Old Wu said, "Xiao Yi, do you know why we've come here this time?"

"What is it?" Song Xiaoyi was taken aback, then instantly delighted, the change in emotion so natural and realistic, it didn't seem like acting at all. "Those bowls! Could they be real?"

"I was wondering, is your storeroom some kind of Doraemon's magic pocket?"

"Xiao Yi, could you show us your storeroom?"

"Don't worry, we're not trying to pry into your family's secrets. We're just worried that you might not appreciate the value of something and that a treasure like this blue and white porcelain plate might get tarnished."

"It's alright, it's alright. There's nothing secret in our storeroom, it's just a bit messy." Song Xiaoyi said casually, leading everyone towards the storeroom in the backyard. In fact, there wasn't much left in the storeroom, just kitchen tools.

The warehouse door was half-open. "It's the plum rain season now, so I've kept it open to ventilate and get rid of the smell."

"Can we go in?"

"Sure, of course! There's not much left inside. It's been cleaned thoroughly; I've searched everything I could." Song Xiaoyi led the group inside. "The storeroom is definitely..."

"Clang!!!" A sound like metal clashing struck Song Xiaoyi's mind, causing tinnitus and dizziness...

What's going on?!