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

So she wanted to learn how to cook!

The doubts in Song Xiaoyi's eyes vanished instantly. With a smile, she took the old clan chief's arm without saying a word and pressed him back onto the bench.

"Clan leader, you're overthinking it! It's a good thing that someone in the Song family is willing to learn the ancestral cooking skills! I'd love to take a few apprentices with me so I can relax a bit!"

Realizing that it was impolite to speak to the old clan chief from such a superior position, Song Xiaoyi pulled up another bench and sat down next to the old clan chief, continuing, "The day before yesterday, people from the Huating main branch came. After Uncle Jiufu brought his cousin Tian to the shop to taste the Song family's traditional dishes I made, he even wanted his cousin Tian to learn how to cook from me!"

"What? People from the eldest son's family have arrived?"

Clearly, the old clan chief was surprised by the arrival of the people from the eldest branch of the Song family in Huating.

"What's wrong? Could it be that our third branch has some old grudge against the Huating first branch?"

"Sigh, there is a little bit, but it's all those trivial matters about dividing the family property, sigh..."

"Then, old clan chief, what are your thoughts?"

"Two Songs cannot be written with one stroke; they are all one family..."

"I think I understand what you mean. You're willing to reconcile with the eldest son's side? How about you think, when Uncle Jiufu comes again, I'll take them back to the clan, and we can all sit down and talk?"

"Sigh... In the end, even the younger generation had to act as matchmakers..."

"Elder Chief, it's alright, we're all family, this matter is settled. Also, Cousin Song Hao wants to learn the Song family's traditional cuisine, so have him bring his bedding to the city tomorrow."

"Xiao Yi, you really don't mind?"

"Why bother? I'm more concerned that the clan chief doesn't treat Xiao Yi like family. It's only natural for a cousin to want to learn the family's traditional dishes. He can just come and learn! As for other clan members who want to learn, let them come too. I'm willing to teach anyone who has talent and is willing to work hard. I will never hold back."

The old clan chief's throat bobbed, his withered hand tightly gripping Song Xiaoyi's sleeve, his cloudy eyes welling up with tears: "Xiaoyi... Xiaoyi..." His lips trembled, the words of persuasion he had prepared all morning now stuck in his chest.

The two uncles and cousins ​​were also stunned.

"Shouldn't this apprenticeship ceremony be held at the ancestral hall...?"

"Sigh, we're all family, no need for that. If the clan chief and elders all think it's necessary, we'll make another one when Xiao Yi returns to the village."

That makes sense.

After the most difficult matter was settled, the rest fell into place. Song Xiaoyi pulled the old clan chief aside and said, "Oh, old clan chief, you must save my house and the small hill outside it for me. I plan to go back and try planting new crops when I have time, and I also plan to renovate the house for my family to move into."

"Don't worry, Xiao Yi, those things will definitely be saved for you. No one is allowed to touch them unless you come."

After explaining things to the old clan chief and treating the five clansmen to a sumptuous lunch, Song Xiaoyi personally escorted them to the dock and paid for a carriage to take them back to Moling Village.

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After seeing off the last table of guests, Song Xiaoyi pulled Song Yunqiu aside. "Sister, yesterday you said those framed calligraphy and paintings were in the storeroom. Did you hang them up?"

"Yes, twenty sheets. The rice paste wasn't completely dry, so they need to be hung up to air dry naturally."

"Are you sure it's the Song residence hanging over there? Not the Song residence in the celestial realm?"

"My sister and Miaolan usually don't go to the Immortal Realm. Even if they do go up, it's only to get the secret brew and cold noodles. They've never left the door up there."

"That's strange."

"What happened? Has something happened in the Celestial Realm? Or has something happened to those paintings and calligraphy?"

"Well, you could say that. All twenty of the calligraphy and paintings that my sister had hung in the Song Mansion's storeroom in the Ming Dynasty have appeared in the Song Mansion's storeroom in the Celestial Realm."

"It seems some deity wanted to see for themselves and simply summoned them using magic?"

Song Xiaoyi glanced at Song Yunqiu, and to be honest, her imagination was quite convincing. "Let's go back and take a look."

Song Xiaoyi wanted to confirm whether the calligraphy and paintings in the Song Mansion of the Ming Dynasty were still in the storeroom.

Actually, it doesn't matter whether you look at them or not; all twenty paintings and calligraphies that were framed yesterday have vanished.

"It's alright, if it went when summoned by the immortals, then so be it. But what's the deal with the half of Xu Zhenqing's 'Huang Ting Jing' inside?"

"He didn't finish writing the second half before he went to attend to Xu Jing. Sister saw that he wrote it horizontally, so framing the whole thing wouldn't look good. Therefore, we framed half of it first, and we plan to frame it after he finishes writing the other half today."

"Okay, then you can continue."

"Where are the 'Nine Poems on Leaving the Frontier' and the 'Five Poems on Leaving the Frontier' that you finally framed yesterday?"

"I'm leaving it in my room. I saw there was no space in the storeroom, so I put it in my room for now."

Suddenly, Song Xiaoyi thought of testing it again, so he ran to Song Yunqiu's room. There were two long scrolls, one lying flat on the dressing table and the other lying flat on a wooden box. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the rice paste used for mounting was not completely dry.

"Okay, leave it here and don't move it. Come on, sister, come back to the immortal realm with me."

Back in the modern Song family mansion, Song Xiaoyi opened the door and pulled Song Yunqiu straight to her room in the back courtyard.

really!

The two paintings and calligraphy works were placed flat on the dressing table and the box, respectively, in their original forms.

The rice paste had long since dried up, looking as if it had been aged for a hundred years!

"This... a natural aging process? Faster than express delivery? Since it has the ability to extend time and space, why bother with aging?"

"Truly, it's the magic of the celestial realm..."

After thinking for a moment, Song Xiaoyi took out two unused blue and white porcelain plates and placed them on Song Yunqiu's bed. Then he took two more and put them on the table in the storeroom. He then dragged the dizzy Song Yunqiu back to the Song Mansion of the Ming Dynasty, pushed open the door to the courtyard, and headed straight for the inner courtyard.

Let's look at Song Yunqiu's room first. There's no blue and white porcelain on the bed!

Then I looked at the tables in the warehouse, but they weren't there either!

One-way?

I'll take a few more and try them!

Song Xiaoyi took out six small celadon plates, placed two on the storeroom table, two on the bedside table in Song Yunqiu's room, and the last two in his own room, hidden under his pillow!

He continued to drag the dizzy Song Yunqiu back to the modern Song Mansion, and rushed straight into the inner courtyard after opening the door.

In three places, six small celadon plates were prominently displayed!

"Could this be the system's teleportation function? Or is it a method of aging?"

This is a time-space delay.

"Why didn't you say so sooner! I wasn't prepared at all and almost got caught red-handed."

[...spatiotemporal delay is not a system function...and spatiotemporal delay only occurs in specific regions...]

It's both amazing and incomprehensible.

In fact, the world is becoming increasingly bizarre.

I understand it less and less.

Sitting in the courtyard of the modern Song Mansion, Song Xiaoyi felt a little lost.

Now I have a house and I have plenty of money, so what do I need?

Even if the mission fails and the portal closes, what harm will it do me? At worst, I won't go; I can just lie down here in the modern world.

I'm doing well on both sides, so I can't just force myself to suffer without any hardship.

Song Yunqiu stood in the corridor behind her, watching Song Xiaoyi lost in thought, and dared not disturb him.

However, he had made a vow to help Tang Bohu defy fate, to rescue Wen Bi's father, and to find his grandfather and parents who were trapped in the palace...

"Let's go, sister, let's go back first."

Song Xiaoyi had figured it out, so he got up, called Song Yunqiu, and went back to the small restaurant.