It's really a headache to be able to be happy.

But what Luo's mother didn't expect was.

Luo Lu was even more excited. Not only did he scream, he rushed into the old man's room and went to her grandfather's house to have fun.

"Grandpa, your soup is in place, so I'll tell you great news!"

Luo's mother was covered in black and shook her head and felt unhappy.

Who is this kind of character inherited?

Immediately afterwards, Luo Lu actually put her cell phone in front of the old man.

"Grandpa, look at this. In a short while, there will be soup, and it is the most authentic Feng Family Soup!"

Luo Lu was excited and told the old man about what happened in the live broadcast room.

"that is……"

"So, when the ancestors of the Feng family pass on their cooking skills to their descendants, they will be able to drink authentic Feng family soup again!"

"grandfather……"

Luo Lu, who was talking nonstop, stopped with excitement on the side.

Because she discovered that the old man's eyes were wide open at this moment, and he was breathing faster as he looked at the scene in the live broadcast room!

On the mobile phone screen, there is a scene in the underworld, including the dead Feng Zi, Feng Zide's ancestor, and a ferryman, the anchor.

Surrounded by Huangquan Road and the other side of the river, some dead souls are on the road. Luo Lu looked at her grandfather's appearance and felt a bad premonition in her heart.

He shouted outside in a hurry.

"Mom! Come quickly, something is wrong!"

It's over, it's not going to cause trouble! If this is the case, she would have offended her a lot. I wonder if the anchor can take her away when she comes to pick up the dead souls.

After all, the cause was because of the anchor’s live broadcast room. Some strange pictures appeared in his mind, but the movements in his hands did not stop for a moment, and he immediately took out his cell phone.

"Hey, People's Hospital?"

...

Feng Teng has had a headache recently. Since his father left, he has always had endless dreams at night. The problem is that he is not his father, but a person who claims to be his ancestor.

Now there are two big ones, and they are saying that they should teach him how to make soup or something.

Feng Teng was confused. Making soup? Funny, what is the future of making soup?

Think about his father, he stayed in a restaurant all his life. Sometimes his son would help him and instilled the concept of Fengjia Soup in his son, saying that Fengjia Soup is so good, it is something passed down from ancestors.

No matter how good it is, I haven’t seen him make any name. There are so many chefs online, and I just want to find someone to learn, so I don’t have a future than his father?

Feng Teng didn't wake up in his dream. After waking up, he had forgotten everything in his dream.

"Brother, are you learning to cook recently?"

A college roommate who hadn't been in contact for a long time suddenly found him.

"Yes, I have started to study a long time ago. When I graduated, I had already made up my mind to be a chef and surpass my dad. I wanted him to know that some things that were once outdated and that if I don't follow the times, I will be eliminated one day."

Unfortunately, no matter how good I do in the future, my dad won't see it.

College roommate: "Come on! Don't forget me at that time! Take my godson to study together!"

"Forget it! He is still young and he will hold the plates here during holidays, but don't say anything about my son doing, he is really serious."

"Okay, keep cheering!"

Feng Teng is confused, so he is just a chef, why is he more excited than him?

But Feng Teng never expected that this was just the beginning, and then many people suddenly called him, said some inexplicable words, and cheered him on.

I have some things to say that I don’t forget to reserve a place for them after learning.

All the abnormalities made Feng Teng feel something was wrong. When he once said that he wanted to be a chef, he didn't get so many people excited. Could it be that he took the wrong medicine?

Finally, he pieced all the information together and couldn't figure it out.

It was only when I was looking at my phone that I realized that the root of all this was caused by a live broadcast room, "exploration mystery".

He seemed to know a little about this live broadcast room. After all, Guo Gang's case was a hot topic some time ago. However, I have heard of dreams and soul-catching, and I have also heard of anchors helping teach cooking skills.

Cooking is not the same as those kung fu, just teach it, it is not that easy at all.

So after thinking about it, Feng Teng was not willing to believe it at all.

Even if Guo Gang's incident is a big deal, he is just one of the people who are watching the fun.

Besides, if there are ghosts and gods, why didn’t his father look for him, but came with an ancestor. Isn’t he a hundred times better than Feng Teng’s cooking skills?

Feng Teng smiled and thought that he felt that instead of daydreaming, it was better to do something down-to-earth and make something that Feng Teng could not imagine happen.

That night, Feng Zi got the first seventh night.

Feng Zi came to the door.

Feng Teng wished he could slap himself twice and said something he shouldn't have said.

"Dad, you are not here to teach me the cooking skills!"

Feng Zi was extremely quiet tonight.

"My cooking skills are not good at all..."

Soon, Feng Teng responded.

"You only know that you have told you that you should follow the current trend, but you don't believe it."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zi continued, "You should learn with your ancestors! Be more determined and promote Feng's family soup. From now on, the Feng family will depend on you!"

The most famous thing about Feng’s restaurant is that bite of soup.

But by his generation, the skills of the older generation have almost lost.

Now, Feng Teng was completely stunned.

What's going on? And the ancestors?

He woke up from his dream with a surprise and heard a knock on the door outside in a daze.

"Who!"

Feng Teng looked a little unwake up.

"Feng Sanlang!"

Feng Teng mumbled, looking confused. When he got out of bed, he suddenly shivered, as if he had thought of something? The surname is Feng?

Feng Sanlang? I think I have heard of this name somewhere?

"Isn't this the name my dad often says?"

Feng Teng was stunned in an instant, his whole body felt numb. His father had just left the dream. Could it be that the ancestors were really his outside? It took about three minutes before knocking on the door again.

"It's me!"

This time, Feng Teng stood there stupidly, and gradually recalled the dream of the previous few days in his mind. Someone told him that it was his ancestor who wanted to teach him to make soup and inherit his cooking skills for hundreds of years.

The words were said very cleverly and nicely.

The more I thought about it, Feng Teng was a little angry.

"Who are you? Why do you want to learn soup from you? Dad, I am learning cooking well now, why do you find someone to make trouble? I am still your real father when I get to the ancestors?"

"I know you can't bear to leave this shop, but now, I'd better go and reincarnate first!"
Chapter completed!