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

Song Xiaoyi finally realized what was happening and looked at Song Yunqiu again, who nodded.

"They've recognized each other?"

"Um."

"This is no small matter, Elder Wu. Could you take me to see your ancestral hall?"

"Of course, hurry up and get dressed, we'll wait for you outside."

Finally, Song Xiaoyi lit three incense sticks at the Wu Clan Ancestral Hall, and after the worship, he and the two left the ancestral hall and returned to their room.

"This is a long story... Let me think about it." Song Xiaoyi was a bit overwhelmed and completely unprepared. "Let's start with the 'Ode to the Golden Powder of the Six Dynasties.' The painting that was donated to the country at the Song Mansion in Taoye Ferry that day was one that I forced Tang Bohu to write, and it was Sister Qiu who personally mounted it."

"You...forced...Tang Bohu to write?! I understand!"

After a moment's thought, Old Wu filled in the blanks in his mind. If even the Wu family patriarch could come to his modern home, then he could naturally accept other things as well.

"So that means the one by Yamamoto that depicts a small life is actually an authentic piece? Both of them are authentic."

"Yes, that is the original manuscript that Tang Bohu wrote at the Ma residence. The reason why I asked you, Elder Wu, to delay as much as possible was because I sent Zhu Zhishan to take Tang Bohu to find Ma Qianli and write on the back with the special agent ink that I prepared. They have not returned for a long time."

"The ancient original was modified, and the modern version followed suit? I see! That explains it! That's satisfying!"

"So, Xiao Yi, you also... traveled... from that era?"

Mr. Wu's reasoning ability is truly remarkable.

"It's a long story, and there are eavesdroppers here, so I can't say too much. Mr. Wu, what do you think? I'll take Sister Yunqiu back to Jinling first. You find a suitable reason to send Wu Fei away, and don't tell anyone. You go to Taoye Ferry to find me alone."

"Okay! It's a deal!"

Now that his identity had been exposed, Song Xiaoyi felt that it was unlikely that Old Wu would do anything out of line to him and Song Yunqiu, but he was still not safe outside his own territory.

Song Xiaoyi decided to be cautious and drove away from the capital overnight, heading back to Jinling.

As for whether Old Wu would call the police or have someone ambush him on the way, he didn't care anymore. His last resort was to call Old Song to set up a time portal, and then take it back once he arrived in the Ming Dynasty.

On the highway, Song Xiaoyi would occasionally glance at the rearview mirror. The night passed peacefully; at eight o'clock in the morning, Song Xiaoyi brought Song Yunqiu back safely to Taoye Ferry.

"Brother Yi, you returned so late at night. Was there something amiss at Wu Dalei's house?"

Wu Dalei, Wu Dalei, I had no idea that Old Wu's name was so shocking.

"It's alright, Sister Qiu. It's just that our journey between these two worlds is a bit extraordinary, so we need to be careful."

"Modern detection technology and military capabilities far surpass those of our Ming Dynasty. If the two-way portal in the kitchen is exposed, we'll be in big trouble."

"Old Song, can we retract the two-way portal in the kitchen?"

[Yes. Do you wish to close the interdimensional gate?]

[Reminder: The main portal to the two worlds will be closed. It can only be set up again after 30 days.]

"Let's not accept it for now."

This whole mess is still making me uneasy. But I can't blame Song Yunqiu; she's from ancient times, how could she know these things? Ultimately, it's my own lack of experience and insufficient precautions that have led to this situation. Now, all I can do is wait and see.

First, call Lao Song to check the system data. As for whether Lao Wu or the striker will come first, we need to be prepared.

[Song Family Heritage System]

[Goal: To become the Great Chef of the Ming Dynasty 922]

[Current Level: Song Family Restaurant]

[Song Family Recipe: 20/100 (Intermediate)]

[Host's Original Dish: 36/100 (Intermediate)]

[Song's Dish Selection Rating: 47/100 (Intermediate)]

[Two-way ingredient interaction: 66/100/66 (Intermediate)]

[Two-way food interaction: 451220/100000/33168 (Advanced)]

[Ding! Two-way food interaction upgraded to advanced level, rewarding the host with intermediate combat skills]

[Art Appraisal: 124/1000 (Advanced)]

[Restaurant Auxiliary Space: 648 cubic meters]

[Skills: Basic Ingredient Cooking, Basic Ingredient Identification, Basic Pastry Cooking, Intermediate Martial Arts, Intermediate Medical Skills]

[Reminder: Ancient people have access to the kitchen for 5 people: Zhang Miaolan, Song Yunqiu, Zhu Yunming, and Song Hao have already been assigned access, 1 person remains]

[Note: No additional two-way channels have been set up]

More than two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and the three dishes are still at the intermediate level.

Two-way food interaction has been upgraded to advanced level, and the corresponding basic combat skill has been upgraded to intermediate level. Based on this, it can be inferred that the upgrade of each skill from basic to advanced level still corresponds to the original skill. At that time, the skill that unlocked access to the kitchen was the upgrade of [Song Family Recipe Dishes]. It seems that if you want to gain more access, you can only upgrade [Song Family Recipe Dishes] as soon as possible.

That's not difficult. Just introduce more modern dishes and teach them to the chefs at "fast food restaurants." It just so happens that it's time to change seasons.

Looking at the empty 648 cubic meter auxiliary space, besides food, there were only a few weapons in the corner. I originally planned to find a cold weapon manufacturer to customize bows, crossbows, broadswords and other weapons, but I went to Wenzhou and rushed back, and forgot to buy them!

It seems too late now?

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After Song Xiaoyi drove away that very night, Old Wu did consider calling the police. But that was his ancestor! If he called the police... how could he face his ancestors in the afterlife? Losing the lineage was already shameful enough; if he reported his ancestor, how could he face anyone after a hundred years? No, how could he become a ghost?

"Xiaofei, buy me a plane ticket to Shanghai, yes, the sooner the better. You don't need to come with me. My relatives are coming to Beijing for National Day, you go and keep them company. I'm going to Shanghai alone for a gathering of old friends. Hmm, when are you coming back? It's uncertain, they said they might go to the countryside for a while. I'll contact you when you're back."

National Day! Wu Fei couldn't have been happier. The old man finally didn't want him to come along, so he booked the earliest flight to Shanghai and even thoughtfully upgraded him to first class. Here we go!

After landing at Shanghai Airport, Mr. Wu checked into a nearby hotel. He then went outside and found a black cab. "One thousand yuan, take me to Jinling as fast as possible."

"Nanjing Museum? Alright, you'd better hold on tight!"

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Xiaoyi picked up Mr. Wu at the Taoye Ferry parking lot.

Song Xiaoyi couldn't help but give Wu Lao a thumbs up for his actions; at least, he was the only one who came, while the National Security personnel didn't.

"Old Wu, come with me, let's pick out a set of clothes that fit us first." Song Xiaoyi led Old Wu to the modern Song Mansion and picked out a set of Ming Dynasty everyday clothes in the dressing room.

"You'll need something a little warmer, wear a jacket. Look at what we're wearing. It'll be quite cold where you're going."

Old Wu's expression grew increasingly excited. Even the most composed person, upon hearing this and combining it with the previous information, could tell that the place he was about to go to was definitely no ordinary place!

Back on the second floor of the small restaurant, Song Xiaoyi locked the door with his backhand. The metallic click was particularly clear in the silence. He turned around, looked directly at Old Wu, and said solemnly, "Old Wu, are you ready? You have to leave your cell phone, your sports watch, and all your modern belongings."

Mr. Wu placed his mobile phone and sports watch in the entryway designated by Song Xiaoyi.

"Okay, I'm ready."