"Brother, how does it taste?"
Looking at Chen Changan eating the stinky tofu with big mouthfuls, the tofu boy chuckled and asked with some pride.
“It’s just so-so, not as good as the one I had three years ago!”
Chen Changan's face twitched and he spoke calmly, staring at the young man's facial expression, not missing any subtle changes.
However, to his disappointment, he did not see the changes he wanted. The guy on the other side smiled happily:
"Of course, for craftsmen like us, the taste is definitely getting better and better than before, don't you think
If you don't believe me, come back and try it in a few days, months, or even years. It will definitely taste better than it does now!"
“Hehe~”
Chen Changan smiled faintly and didn't bother to pay attention to this tofu guy.
I want to earn repeat customers.
This guy is too cunning, you shouldn't make close friends with him.
After eating the stinky tofu, Chen Changan turned his gaze to the stall next to him.
Suddenly, the boy next to him smiled and said, "Sir, you want more after you've eaten, come on, the taste here is unique, you will definitely be reluctant to leave after eating it, if you don't try it, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life~!"
"Give me five coppers!"
Chen Changan spoke, his tone was very calm, still without much emotion. It was not that he looked down on these mortals in front of him, but these guys... were too tricky.
What regrets have come to you for the rest of your life? This is just bragging and brainwashing customers, okay
Which foodie can stand such words
"Okay, okay, please wait a moment, it will be ready soon!"
The young man whistled and proudly presented his shoulder with fried tofu.
The guys next to him were extremely envious, and the guys at each stall invited Chen Changan to come over and have a taste.
Gradually, more and more people came to the west gate as time went by. Many people came to buy stinky tofu, and some guys were fighting for it. It was a bustling place, even busier than in the city, almost like a market.
"Sir, your tofu is ready!"
This guy is really sweet-talker. The guy before called Chen Changan "Big Brother", but he just calls him "Grandpa" directly. Tell me, is that good or not
In this world, calling someone "Ye" is a respectful title. Generally, when people are of similar age, people will call each other "Ye" only when a knife is at their neck. But this tofu seller calls the customer "Ye" all the time. Aren't the customers going to feel very happy
It's all routine.
Next, Chen Changan tried stinky tofu from several restaurants in a row. They all tasted very good, basically the same flavor, not much different. No wonder these people all tried to get the authentic ones, after all, everyone’s skills in making stinky tofu were similar.
"Sir, would you like to try it?"
When we arrived at the last stall, the vendor greeted us warmly. Judging from the previous situations, everyone felt that this guy liked everyone to call him "Ye", because he would order a serving of stinky tofu from every stall that called him "Ye".
"I'm not eating anymore. I came here to wait for someone, but I ended up having stinky tofu for breakfast. Now my mouth stinks. Forget it!"
Chen Changan burped, and after some thought, he said:
"Young man, let me ask you something. Where is Master Chen now? When I was a kid, I followed my parents from Central Shenzhou to Eastern Wasteland. I didn't have any food for three days. He gave me a few pieces of tofu. Now that I can't see him, I feel... I feel..."
As he spoke, Chen Changan started to act, lowering his eyebrows, sniffing, squeezing tears, and trying hard to look sad.
"You mean my father? He died a long time ago. My mother is dead too! They are buried at the entrance of Chenjia Village. Go and have a look yourself when you have time!"
The young man looked very sad, just like Chen Changan.
"Where's your father and your mother? You've been possessed by demons, right? Do you believe it or not, I'm going to chop them down with an axe?" Chen Changan really wanted to explode in his heart, but he held it back. Well, you guys continue acting. Bye!
Taking out the map, he ran towards Chenjia Village without looking back.
The map is very detailed, with the east, south, west and north all marked. After all, Master had been to Chen Muzhi’s house before…
Ten minutes later, Chen Changan arrived at Chenjia Village and saw two small tombs with tombstones standing on the stone road leading into the village.
When I got closer, I saw the words written on it: Erected by the Chenjia Village collective, to express gratitude to the parents who provide food and clothing.
Chen Changan was speechless. Although he had no impression of his parents in this world, he still felt uncomfortable when he saw the grave.
He did not use his divine eyes to check whether there was anyone in the grave, and walked towards the village in a depressed mood.
There were not many people in the village, including men, women, young and old. There were children running and playing in the village under the care of their grandparents, and there were old people smoking dry pipes and sitting under old locust trees watching Chen Changan approaching.
"Young man, a stranger?"
The old man smoking a pipe asked with a smile.
"Well, when I was young, I passed by Fengyan City with my parents and was blessed by a piece of stinky tofu from Master Chen. Now I come here to see him again, but he has passed away. I can't help but feel a little sad!"
Chen Changan stopped and looked towards the Chenjia Village at the foot of the mountain.
"Lao Chen is also my friend for many years. Three years have passed and I still miss his stinky tofu. It is really unique!"
The old man showed a look of aftertaste and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
Chen Changan was speechless. Old man, you are too drunk and still thinking about stinky tofu!
He bowed and said, "Excuse me, sir. Has the craftsmanship of Master Chen Muzhi been passed down to the people of Chenjia Village? I see many young people in Xicheng District claiming to be Chen Changan. I am a little confused!"
"Why!"
The old man sighed, nodded and said:
"Three years ago, Mr. Chen had a premonition that he would not have much time left, so he left the secret recipe of stinky tofu to the villagers to repay the villagers for helping him when he fled. Now, everyone in the village has made a fortune by selling stinky tofu, and their lives are getting better and better!"
Chen Changan frowned: "But, young people are all using his son's name, isn't this..."
"No problem. This is not what everyone wants. It is Old Chen who forced it. He said that his son has gone to cultivate immortality and his worldly ties are over. He hopes that his craft can be passed down. Any young person who wants to learn his craft must recognize them as their godparents and change their name to Chang'an!"
"Is there such a thing?~~~"
Chen Changan took a deep breath. Dad’s actions were a bit… saucy…
"Old Chen said that anyone who wants to learn how to make stinky tofu can do so, as long as they change their name. Young man, you don't want to learn it too, do you?" The old man said to Chen Changan with a smile.
"You can see that?"
Chen Changan said.
"There are many young people from other places like you who say they have some connection with Old Chen. There are even people from Zhaojia Village across the street who come here to learn his skills.
Guess what happened? Hehe~~~"
"What?"
"Fake name change, then changed back to original name after a while. Can you change back after you made a vow? Are the gods in heaven just here to eat? Of course they all died in the end, hahahahaha~~~"
The old man burst into laughter, with smoke coming out of his mouth.
A few uncles in the distance heard the laughter and came over with a look of gloating. They looked at Chen Changan with amusement, and someone said:
“Young man, are you here to learn the skills of making stinky tofu too
I'm not trying to scare you, but think carefully! It could kill people~"
Chen Changan said: "I had never thought of learning how to make stinky tofu, but since this is the skill left by my father, as a son, there is no way I would not pick it up and take it back!"
"Oh, young man, you are really into the role. Come, come, let's go to our Chen Family Ancestral Hall, swear an oath, and learn the craft!"
The uncles were also happy. If there are really people who are not afraid of death, then go ahead and die yourself. We won’t stop you!