Datang Coroner

Chapter 1101 The meaning of life
When Fu Shiyi said these words, it seemed that her face was shining brightly.

This radiance is so dazzling that it is unparalleled.

Zhang Chunsheng stared at it blankly, and it took a long while before he could sort out his thoughts and understand his wishes.

At this moment, Zhang Chunsheng was a little faintly excited. He couldn't help grinning: "Actually, I want to be a cook. I don't know anything other than being a cook. I'm definitely not that good at reading. I'm definitely not a general. However, it takes too much thought to do business, and I'm afraid I can't do it. I think it's good to be a cook."

"In fact, I just think it's a pity that Miss Fu's craftsmanship is so good and there are so many delicious foods, but no one has tasted them." Zhang Chunsheng exhaled: "I should be happiest when I see you big mouthfuls. Big mouthfuls of the food I cook, and when the guests come and come, eat and eat without getting tired, and praise me when they see me."

Zhang Chunsheng also had a bright smile: "At that time, I thought, maybe the royal chef in the palace is nothing more than that?"

Fu Shiyi told the truth: "It is estimated that the imperial chef is actually quite lonely. After all, there are only a few diners every day, so it is difficult to hear compliments every day."

Everyone thought about the scene, and apart from shivering, there was only silence: days like that seemed really boring.

"There is a very good poem. Some people are alive, but they are actually dead. Some people are dead, but they are still alive." Fu Shiyi pretended to be deep, and smiled meaningfully: "Actually, Chunsheng, what do you want?" Have you ever thought that being a cook is the highest level, and being an imperial cook is certainly an honor, but what is the most powerful thing?"

Not only Zhang Chunsheng, but also other people subconsciously stretched their necks waiting to hear: "What is it?"

"Publish a book. Write a recipe." Fu Shiyi said longingly: "Publish a Zhang's recipe. From now on, every person who learns to cook must read your Zhang's recipe. Do you think Think, how proud should you be at that time?"

The thought of Fu Shiyi immediately made Zhang Chunsheng's eyes widen.

However, Fu Shiyi continued to speak in a seductive tone: "The highest state of being a cook, in the eyes of everyone, is nothing more than an imperial cook. But being an imperial cook, although one can be wise forever, but after a long time, no one remembers it. No matter how much Your Majesty leaves his name in history, no one will remember who His Majesty's current imperial chef is."

Zhang Chunsheng clenched his fists, nodded awkwardly, his heart was warm, but he didn't dare to think about it.

In the end, Fu Shiyi continued: "Actually, at the beginning, the sages of Confucius and Mencius were just ordinary scholars and teachers. They are certainly smart and talented, but if they spend their whole lives just learning and teaching, they may not be so They can leave a name in history and become saints. The most important thing is that they are selfless, and they are willing to leave all their wisdom, experience, opinions and opinions to future generations. It is not limited to their own students and their own descendants."

"But, this is not the same as learning—" Zhang Chunsheng's heart was pounding: "It is said that the disciples of the church starved to death of the master..."

"That's why there are only so many craftsmen who are famous when they are alive, but they really disappear when they die." Fu Shi pursed his lips and said the truth: "Besides, there are so many people in the world. Everyone is a cook? And no matter how good you are, you can still cook for the world?"

In this era, no matter how great a craftsman's influence is, if he sticks to his laurels, it will only be limited to a city or a region.

Zhang Chunsheng seemed to have been tapped, he stood there blankly, looking at Fu Shiyi.

But there was a faint light in his eyes.

Manniang is also a smart person, she immediately thought about it, hesitated for a moment: "But... if you tell others how to cook, and everyone in Chang'an City cooks like this, our business will definitely be affected."

Fu Shiyi laughed loudly, and told the most straightforward fact: "Every restaurant has a limit to how many guests it can receive. No one can make all the money. And as long as we innovate at any time, no one can catch up. Serve us! Besides, there are some dishes that cannot be cooked at home. And each of our dishes can have a little bit of unique know-how—”

"But little lady, didn't you say..." Zhang Chunsheng was a little confused by the words.

Fu Shiyi looked at Zhang Chunsheng sympathetically: "You are still too young. I asked you to publish a book to write down your life's cooking experience and thinking, and to write down every dish you have ever cooked. I didn't tell you Now. If you write now, you can write about the most common home-cooked dishes. You can cook them at home. When you get old, you can’t do it anymore, you’re going to die, and then you can publish a complete collection of hard dishes—anyway, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren. Fu, it’s a good thing for cooks who don’t think about making progress and don’t know how to innovate and research new dishes by themselves to be eliminated early.”

These words are really ruthless to the extreme.

Everyone squinted and paid a lot, and suddenly felt sympathy for Li Changbo: For the sake of future generations, I am afraid that County Magistrate Li will have to spend a lot of thought.

Fu Shiyi looked at Zhang Chunsheng lovingly: "Do you understand?"

Zhang Chunsheng swallowed hard: "I have to think about it—"

"Think slowly. Don't worry, life is still long." Fu Shiyi stood up, patted Zhang Chunsheng on the shoulder, decided to end this conversation, and gave himself a five-point praise in his heart—this is The second intimate sister played very successfully.

But Fu Shiyi's footsteps were stopped by Ah Mei.

Ah Mei raised her head and asked Fu Shiyi: "Then little lady, do you think you can write books as a maid?"

Fu Shiyi thought about this matter carefully, and was not quite sure: "Probably...can you?"

Ah Mei immediately jumped up: "That little lady, little lady, I will also write a book in the future!"

Fu Shiyi's expression was complicated, and he couldn't put it into words: "It's not impossible..."

But what is the name of the book?Teach you how to be a maid?
It is estimated that people who are maids will not buy it to read it, and they may not know so many words if they buy it...

But seeing Ah Mei like that, she was really embarrassed to discourage Ah Mei's enthusiasm, so she swallowed all the doubts in her heart.

Yanniang obviously took it seriously, she stared and asked, "It's really possible——"

Even Manniang was thoughtful.

Fu Shi pursed his lips, not very confident: "If you can do it...you have to study hard first. There should be no typos in the book."

Ah Mei nodded immediately: "Little lady, don't worry, I will learn how to read and write from today on!"

Chu Xin held his belly, and laughed so hard: "Then Amei, you have to work hard! Do your best and strive to be the most talented maid!"

Fu Shiyi reminded with a guilty conscience: "Take it easy, laugh too loudly, what should I do if I disturb my godson?"

"Also, you don't have to worry about getting your baby gas—" Fu Shi looked at her belly, feeling terrified.

　All People Can Publish Books——Fu Xiaodao
　　See you tomorrow~ Hahaha, happy or not~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)