Transmigrated as the Mother of the Abused Male Lead in a Tragic Novel

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Chapter 36
"Cookbook?"

Xiao Jun looked at it with surprise and didn't take it.

"Can we talk inside? It's a long story," the middle-aged man seemed somewhat melancholic.

"Of course," Xiao Jun welcomed him inside.

"I'm Wang Zhengyang. My father's name is Wang Hai, and he is the eighth-generation descendant of authentic Shandong cuisine. This cookbook is the culmination of his years of learning and innovation, written with great passion and effort."

Xiao Jun's expression turned serious. He had heard of Wang Hai's name before, although he had never met him. Wang Hai was the old man renowned for his mouth-watering meat dishes and Beijing-style cuisine.

"I can't accept this cookbook," Xiao Jun shook his head. Such a precious item would be a treasure in any restaurant.

Wang Zhengyang smiled. "Don't be hasty, let me explain."

"My father had a disagreement with our family recently because my stubborn son refused to learn his recipes and instead wanted to study Western cuisine. It broke my father's heart, so he ran out and ended up coming to your house."

"After returning home, my father sighed and said not to force the child if he doesn't want to learn. But I feel regretful."

Wang Zhengyang looked at Xiao Jun with a questioning gaze. "Although I've been learning cooking from my father, I'm not talented in this area. I can only follow the cookbook meticulously and produce each dish exactly as it is written. It may taste good to those who are unfamiliar, but experts would know that the flavors lack innovation."

"I can't discern the subtle differences in taste, and I can't figure out how to modify ingredients, seasonings, and cooking methods to improve the dishes. It's just not my forte."

"I can manage our family restaurant well, but I can't carry forward the legacy of the Wang family's cuisine."

Wang Zhengyang gently touched the cookbook in his hand. "Instead of letting it gather dust, I'd rather give it to you so that you can improve and carry forward the recipes."

"My father would also be happy knowing that his lifelong dedication to cooking has found a good home for his cookbook. It's my way of honoring him even a hundred years from now."

Xiao Jun looked at the cookbook again and felt that it was different. It was not just a cookbook; it carried a profound vision and entrusted responsibility.

He solemnly said, "I can only promise that I won't let the Wang family's cuisine be disgraced. Every dish that comes out of my hands will be worthy of the name of Wang's cuisine."

Wang Zhengyang glanced at him with reluctance and handed the cookbook to Xiao Jun. "We have tasted the dishes you make, and they are delicious."

"My mother also said they were delicious," Wang Zhengyang thought of his mother and smiled tenderly, "When will you officially open? I want to bring my mother here to dine in."

"Do you know how to make local Shanghai dishes? My mother is from Shanghai, but it's been a long time since she had an authentic local meal. I want to fulfill her wish."

Xiao Jun pondered for a moment and replied, "We can prepare marinated fresh sea cucumber. Spring bamboo shoots will be available in a while."

Wang Zhengyang was overjoyed. "My mother loves marinated fresh sea cucumber!"

Xiao Jun informed him of the new address after the relocation and saw him off.

When he returned, holding the priceless cookbook, he sighed once again.