The God of Cooking Educated Youth in the 70s

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Chapter 1 Arrival

Fudeju, a long-established private restaurant in Yanjing, is located in a three-story small building. It was built during the Republic of China. It is made of green bricks and gray tiles and is hidden at the end of a narrow alley in Qianmen. Speaking of Fudeju, it is a holy place in the hearts of Beijing gourmets. The owner of Fudeju is surnamed Xue. He is good at cooking Huaiyang cuisine. His ancestors were originally the family chefs of salt merchants. When the emperor went to the south of the Yangtze River, he ate a lot of it and brought it back to the palace to be appointed as the chef. It is said that Xue's son has collected a lot of family recipes.

Unfortunately, the Xue family is small. Grandpa Xue's son passed away unexpectedly, and his only son broke up with him early in life and stayed abroad. The Xue family only has a little granddaughter who has just graduated from college and has been raised by them since childhood. Diners can't help but wonder if the Xue family cuisine that has been passed down for generations will be lost from now on. This is such a pity.

Only a limited number of people who are closely related to the family are not worried about the inheritance of the Xue family cuisine. They are lucky enough to have eaten the food cooked by Grandpa Xue's baby. Although the little granddaughter of the Xue family is a cute girl, her cooking skills can be said to be no worse than those fat-faced male chefs, and she even has the potential to surpass her grandfather.

When Xue's granddaughter was still young, she followed her grandfather in the kitchen. She also learned all the specialties of the famous chefs in her grandfather's circle. She majored in nutrition in college and had a thorough understanding of low-temperature cooking and molecular cuisine in Western cuisine. She was good at creating new ideas and integrating the strengths of various chefs. The delicious food she prepared was unforgettable and endless. In time, she will surely make a name for herself in the fiercely competitive catering industry in Beijing.

Earlier, she was either busy learning cooking skills or doing schoolwork. After finally graduating, Xue Miao had no time to put her knowledge into practice to make her grandfather proud before he passed away unexpectedly. The person who loved her the most in the world left her. Xue Miao was very depressed for a while, but she quickly cheered up. She was brought up by her optimistic and open-minded grandfather, and her personality is like that of the old man. Now that her grandfather is gone, she has an even greater responsibility to continue to promote Xue's cuisine, so that her grandfather will not be idle in heaven and brag to others about how great his granddaughter is.

In the middle of the night, Xue Miao was leaning over the cooking table in the back kitchen of Fudeju to experiment with new dishes. Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the house, and then the airflow brought by the explosion found a breakthrough in the narrow back wall and rushed towards Fudeju, which was facing her. Without even a moment to react, Xue Miao quickly lost consciousness...

When Xue Miao woke up again, she seemed to have been cast into a state of immobilization. She couldn't even lift her eyelids, and her whole body was numb. She was relieved at first. She didn't expect that she could survive such a big shock wave. It must be that her grandfather protected her. After she was relieved, she remembered the culprit, Qin Shouren, who sold fried tripe next to Fudeju. He was a stingy rooster. His house was shabby and he didn't repair it. He installed the cheapest gas alarm in the kitchen. Now, his house was blown up, and Fudeju was also destroyed. It was really unlucky for her to be his neighbor.

Soon Xue Miao found that she was not just a big mold. Even though her body could not move, her perception was still there. At this moment, the place she was in was damp and hot. She was being dragged down the slope by someone with something unknown. The road was ups and downs, as if she was in a mountain. In the mountain? She was in the center of the city when the accident happened, dozens of kilometers away from the nearest mountain in the west. She was blown away by the gas explosion, not fired as a shell, so how could she be in the mountain?