Chapter 39 Meeting
As Wen Shizhang spoke, he held the soup bowl high up, as if he was holding up the sun in his heart, with a heart full of piety.

"My mother died early, and after she died I didn't want to eat zhuanmian anymore. I was afraid that the taste of zhuanmian made by others would replace the taste of my mother in my memory. Gradually, the taste of zhuanmian was forgotten from my heart, and I even forgot the taste of my mother, which I didn't want to forget the most."

"Now, this bowl of zhuan noodles brings back my original desire and expectation, and also brings back the taste of my mother in my heart."

Wen Shizhang stared at Xu Qing with burning eyes and said, "This bowl of noodles is really amazing. Its taste is so distinct and mysterious, and the taste is repeated and varied. It is obviously just one dish, but it has the richness of a banquet. Anyone who takes a bite will probably never forget it in their life."

"But what's even more amazing is that such a wonderful taste did not overshadow the taste of my mother in my memory. On the contrary, it opened the door to my memory and allowed me to rediscover the taste of my mother that I had long forgotten. It was like a wise man, guiding me, a fool, to find the most precious thing I had lost step by step."

Wen Shizhang clasped his hands together and asked sincerely, "Little brother... no, sir, please tell me, how did you do it? How can there be such a magical taste in the world? It can help me find the flavor that disappeared from the world decades ago and has even been forgotten in my memory. This is simply a rare miracle in the world!"

Xu Qing shook his head and said, "Not really. In order to ensure the authentic flavor of the noodles, I didn't make too many improvements. Moreover, the skills of making noodles have been honed to perfection over thousands of years, and it is difficult for future generations to improve. The only thing I can do is to let the taste fit your heart and dig out the hidden desires in your heart."

"It is not the taste that truly accomplishes the miracle, but your heart. The taste is just a key that helps you sweep away the dust accumulated in the past and open the door deep in your heart that has been sealed for a long time. Your heart has been tightly holding on to the taste of your mother throughout time and is unwilling to let go. Even if it is covered by the mortal world and forgotten by time, it still stays deep in your heart, waiting for the day when it will shine."

"Is that so? It turns out that I have never let go. It turns out that the taste of my mother is just as I expected. It has always remained in my heart."

Wen Shizhang covered his chest and sighed as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

After his mother passed away, every time the family cooked noodles, he would rather go hungry than eat a bite. His father often scolded him, saying that he was too childish and was simply being unreasonable.

When he grew up, he asked himself more than once whether this persistence was really childish or unreasonable.

Maybe so.

He knew in his heart that this ridiculous obsession was pure self-deception, and he just didn't want to face the fact that his mother had passed away.

Even so, he didn't want to change.

Now, his seemingly hopeless persistence has finally paid off. He has really preserved the taste of his mother, and his seemingly ridiculous persistence has finally been proved to be correct.

However, without this bowl of noodle soup, the taste of his mother would still be forgotten in time, and he would not be able to recall it again even until the moment of his death.

How many people in the world can use taste to open the door to memory in people's hearts? I'm afraid they can be counted on one hand.

Wen Shizhang was clearly aware that although the young man standing in front of him was young, his cooking skills were so profound that they were already among the best in the world.

What's more, he is still so young, and it is hard to imagine how much he will grow in the future.

Such a person is a true dragon from the sky that is hard to come by.

Wen Shizhang put down the soup bowl, walked up to Xu Qing, clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Young sir, I have an unwelcome request."

Xu Qing quickly bowed and saluted in return. After all, the person in front of him was the Governor of Sichuan, and he was just an unknown boy, so he had to be polite when necessary. The other party's courtesy did not mean that he could be arrogant and rude.

"Governor Wen, please speak."

"I would like to invite the young gentleman to be the chef at the Governor's Palace."

Wen Shizhang said. He had already thought about asking the owner of the breakfast stall to be the chef, and after eating the noodles, Wen Shizhang was sure that the young man in front of him was the owner he had been thinking about.

After all, it would be hard to find another chef with such superb skills in such a short time.

Being the chef at the Governor’s Mansion?
Xu Qing thought about it for a moment and nodded secretly. This way, he would be close to Chang Lin and it would be easier for him to find an opportunity to hold something against him.

Xu Qing immediately agreed, "Okay, I agree."

Wen Shizhang smiled brightly and said excitedly, "That's great. I can eat the food cooked by you every day! Oh, by the way, you may not know that there is another chef in the Governor's Mansion named Chang Lin. I will call him over so that you two can meet him."

"Butler, butler!"

Wen Shizhang shouted loudly.

I shouted several times but no one responded.

Wen Shizhang looked back curiously. The butler had been following him before, so why was he gone now?
He looked around again and found that the butler was sitting at the table, chewing noodles intently, closing his eyes from time to time to enjoy the delicious food, and turning a deaf ear to everything around him.

Wen Shizhang could understand his mood at the moment and did not want to disturb him. He just waited for the butler to finish his meal before saying, "Butler, this young master will be the new chef of the Governor's Mansion in the future. Please make room for him. Also, call Mr. Chang to the main hall. I have something to tell you."

"Yes, my lord."

The butler wiped his mouth and bowed quickly to answer.

Then Xu Qing followed Wen Shizhang to the main hall.

After a while, the butler and a middle-aged man in rich clothes were seen walking quickly towards them.

When Xu Qing met Chang Lin for the first time, he was different from what he had expected. Chang Lin had a gentle and friendly face, looked quite upright, and had an upright posture. He looked very pleasing to the eye at first sight.

Who would have thought that such a decent appearance hides such a dirty heart.

The ancients often said that appearance reflects the heart, and tried to judge a person's sincerity, falsehood, goodness and evil by his appearance.

However, a person's appearance will not change because of his or her heart. A person with an ugly face can also have great love in his or her heart, and a person with a good-looking face can also be despicable.

Chang Lin in front of us is a perfect example.

Chang Lin, who was called at this moment, was full of doubts. He didn't know why Governor Wen called him to the main hall.

Generally speaking, Wen Shizhang only asked him to do one thing, which was to eat.

However, the main hall is not a place for dining. Is Wen Shizhang so confused as to say this?

Chang Lin knew very well that Wen Shizhang's physical condition was not so bad, but he had been consciously controlling it, neither allowing Wen Shizhang to be too awake nor allowing his body to collapse too quickly.

(End of this chapter)