Asesor militar y princesa

Capítulo 16

Guisheng's hometown is a remote little village, surrounded by towering mountains.

To get to the city, you have to cross at least four or five mountains. The villagers' lives are not much different from hundreds of years ago.

There was no electricity, no running water; all modern amenities were a long, long way off here. Fortunately, this...

The village was rich in natural resources, and the people lived a peaceful and contented life. More than a decade ago, an inspection team came to the village.

Subsequently, they led a group of people to establish a school here, organized a medical team, and brought in people from outside.

The air carried this into the village. The elderly villagers resented it, but young people like Guisheng...

People, however, seemed quite interested. It was common to see these young people surrounding the medical team, pestering them to tell them about the situation.

They even made a pact to go out and explore when they had the chance!

Guisheng may not have much else to offer, but he is an excellent cook and is a renowned chef in the village.

He was responsible for organizing all the weddings and funerals in the family. When asked how he learned such a skill, he...

He would scratch his head, smile shyly, and say, "I don't know either! My mother died when I was six."

No one cooks at home. My dad has to go to the fields, so I have to cook.

Guisheng's mother wasn't from the village; his father found her in the mountains. At that time, he was already...

He was over 30 and still couldn't find a wife. Guisheng's mother, grateful for his life-saving grace, then told many...

As the story goes, she reciprocated by marrying him and became his wife.

"Speaking of Guisheng's mother, she's a very diligent woman. Not only does she manage the household very well, but..."

She loved helping others. She was also very skillful; the mandarin ducks she embroidered looked incredibly realistic! It's a pity she died young.

Two grown men were left behind, but thankfully Guisheng was a sensible child who took good care of his father even at such a young age.

Tietie, what a good boy! I wish my dog could be half as good as him! Let me tell you…

Suddenly, Aunt Sun said mysteriously, "That child, Guisheng, is no ordinary child. When he was born..."

A yellow aura shot into the sky; it was night, but the whole day had dawned. Who knows, he might become a big shot someday!

"An official! At least a top scholar! Hehe!" Two smiles appeared on Granny Sun's face, which was as dry and brittle as an orange peel.

His teeth were uneven, yellowed and black, and his eyes were narrowed to slits, faintly revealing an eerie light...

Part Two: Leaving Home

Guisheng was sixteen that year. His strong body, tanned dark from working in the fields, was already...

He's grown into a young man! Only when he smiles occasionally does the dimples on his face betray a hint of his childishness. (Village)

The girls in the village would often hover around him, intentionally or unintentionally chatting with him about everyday matters, and they hated him.

The other guys were itching to get back at him, saying they'd teach him a lesson sometime! But Guisheng just stood there dumbfounded.

He smiled silently, without saying a word. No one knew what he was thinking…

"Dad, I want to go to the city!"

"What?! No way! What's so great about the city?! You're not allowed to go!"

"Dad, while you're still in good health, I want to go to the city to earn some money..."

"What money?! Isn't there enough money here for you?!"

"No, Dad, I want to see the world. I've never seen anything like it before."

What does it look like...?

"Your father never saw it either, but he's still living a perfectly good life, isn't he?!"

"Dad—, let me finish what I have to say. These past few years, I've heard from the people in the medical team..."

I want to go out and see what's happening outside. I don't want to grow old and die here forever, just like outside...

Just like the frog in the well the dough figurine described! But most importantly, I want to go find my mother…

"Slap—" A slap landed, and Guisheng fell to the ground. "Your mother died long ago—!"

"Don't you know?!" Guisheng's father roared, his eyes bloodshot, his hands clenched...

It was so tight, the veins were bulging.

"I know my mother isn't dead! I saw her say she wasn't feeling well, lying in bed, and the next day she..."

I saw you! You told everyone that Mother had died suddenly from an illness and was buried that very day, but I know Mother didn't actually die.

"Yes, he's gone! He's run away—!" Tears welled up in Guisheng's eyes.

She bit her lip hard to keep it from falling.

"Oh! My good boy—" Guisheng's father reached out to touch Guisheng, but hesitated as soon as he raised his hand.

After a while, he put it down again. "So you knew all along... I wasn't trying to hide it from you," Guisheng's father said.

He hesitated, then said, "Actually, your mother...she...sigh!" Holding his head, Guisheng's father sat down on the kang (a heated brick bed).

superior.

"What happened to my mother?! Dad, tell me—!" Guisheng grabbed his father's shoulder,

It was shaking violently.

"Don't ask anymore, go find your mother! I can't control you anymore! Go! Take care of yourself."

"Come back whenever you want."

"Dad, you must take care of yourself. I'll come back as soon as I find Mom, don't worry!"

Guisheng finally couldn't hold back his tears and they flowed down his cheeks.

"Okay, I will! You—go!" Guisheng's father's voice suddenly sounded much older.

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Guisheng packed his belongings simply, bid farewell to the villagers, and set off step by step into the unknown.

Moving towards the future...

"My dear child! You'll find out soon enough," Guisheng's father said, watching Guisheng walk away.

His back was turned, and he muttered to himself, "I originally wanted to tell you... Taotie is a kind of food..."

Humanity is a beast...

---Bifengke

Reply to [111]: Taotie--2

Part Three: Fugui Building

When Guisheng arrived in the city, he became a waiter at the city's largest restaurant, Fugui Restaurant.

He's a guy. He learns some skills from the chef in his spare time, and he also likes to study cookbooks on his own.

Sometimes when business is booming, the chefs are willing to ask him to cook a few side dishes, and according to the customers, they are quite good.

The head chef had mentioned to the owner that he wanted him to be a sous chef or something, but the owner didn't pay much attention and nothing came of it.

Alright.

Until one day, a distinguished guest arrived and ordered "Hundred Flower Almond Tofu," which was quite a challenge.

The entire chef team was out of work. They wanted to ask the customers to change it, but they couldn't afford to offend them. Just as they were worrying about this, Guisheng stood up.

He stepped forward and said, "Let me give it a try."

"This is a court dish. First, make several small holes in the tofu, then pour in the 'hundred flowers juice,' and then..."

Steam the tofu in a bamboo steamer until it is fragrant and melts in your mouth. Then, drizzle almond oil through the small holes.

The aroma of almonds masks the bitterness of the flowers. Add a few drops of honey, and it's ready to serve.

The chefs listening nearby nodded in agreement, saying that the young man was promising and had potential.

After tasting the dish, the guest asked to see the chef and requested that everyone else leave.

Guisheng came out, and upon looking up, he saw a frail old man sitting in a wheelchair, with white hair and eyebrows.

His eyes were deep-set, but his gaze was bright and piercing. He twirled two steel balls in his withered hands, and a man stood behind him.

A burly, imposing man. The old man had been staring intently at Guisheng ever since he came out, and Guisheng didn't dare to utter a sound.

He was panting, so uncomfortable that he didn't even know where to put his hands.

After a long silence, the old man suddenly spoke, his voice chilling. "Did you make this dish?"

The sound startled Guisheng. "It...it was me."

There was another long silence, broken only by the sound of the old man's steel ball spinning faster and faster.

The voice grew louder and louder, "What do you think is the most delicious thing in the world?"

"Well... people have different tastes. Some people like to eat meat, so they think..."