Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 328 The Silence Under the Night Rain
The call was from Meng Fei, and there was only one sentence...

"Hello, Mr. Bai, my dad... passed away..."

Bai Feng suddenly felt that the sky was falling, and a feeling of bewilderment emerged spontaneously, this was the first time she had this feeling when she came to this world.

She didn't know when she had already thought of Meng Yun as a relative in her heart, as a teacher and friend, or as a gentle elder.

After the grief, she packed up her luggage and called Mo Bei before she left. When Mo Bei found out, he remained silent, but then asked in a daze.

"Call Uncle Pan, I think, he must also see Teacher Meng for the last time..."

Bai Feng nodded...

The three of them originally went to Beijing by plane, but because of the heavy fog, the plane was delayed and they didn't know when it would be. They had no choice but to drive there.

Halfway through the car, there was a drizzle of rain, and Baifeng slowed down the speed.

Pan Jianguo has drank a lot of broth with Baifeng in the past two years. His No. [-] barbecue in the world is next to Baifeng, and his craftsmanship is really very good, which has also attracted many diners.

Of course, I often visit, and my relationship with Bai Feng and Mo Bei is also extraordinary. In addition, the three of them all met Meng Yun when they were recording "The Best Chef in the World", and their relationship is different. .

At this moment, he felt that the atmosphere was a bit boring, so he wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard Mo Bei answer the phone, and said a few words on the phone, and after hanging up, Mo Bei started talking first.

"I asked my family to inquire about the situation... The Meng family claimed that Mr. Meng died of illness, but it was actually a car accident!"

Bai Feng slammed the brakes, almost throwing the two people in the back row to the front!
"A car accident?"

"Car accident!"

She and Pan Jianguo were stunned at the same time, and Mo Bei nodded.

"But the matter seems to be very troublesome. It seems that it has something to do with Zhiwei Restaurant. My family is still inquiring about the details, but from the tone, it seems that this incident does not seem to be an accident. It seems...man-made..."

Pan Jianguo gasped, and asked incredulously.

"Isn't that murder? Impossible, Mr. Meng is gentle and has no enemies. Now that he is no longer a chef, how could someone murder him?"

"Specifically... I don't know. My family is just guessing, saying that it may have something to do with a certain interest group. Now the news is strictly blocked. I have to ask Meng Fei for the specific situation..."

Baifeng stepped on the accelerator pedal vigorously and let out a low snort.

"It's fine if he died of illness. If someone really killed Mr. Meng with his hands and feet, I will definitely make him regret coming to this world! Absolutely!"

Mo Bei and Pan Jianguo looked at each other and frowned involuntarily...

The red Aston Martin drove fast on the drizzle and misty highway, like red lightning, shuttling at high speed in the rain.

Three hours later, in an ordinary small village on the northern outskirts of Shangjing, the door of the Meng family's old house was closed.

Bai Feng, Mo Bei, and Pan Jianguo, dressed in black, solemnly knocked on the tiger-head knocker of the wooden gate in the rain.

After a while, the wooden door creaked and was pulled open from the inside. It was Meng Fei who opened the door, but it was not the shy, innocent sunny boy in the past, but a blue bearded face, deep-set eyes, and blond hair. Unkempt, wearing sackcloth, and holding a paper stick in his hand...

"Condolences..."

"Condolences..."

Mo Bei and Pan Jianguo comforted him in a low voice, and patted him on the shoulder respectively. Bai Feng raised his head and glanced into the courtyard. It is a well-arranged mourning hall. At the moment, there are many people sitting on both sides, chatting while smoking...

Bai Feng walked in without saying a word, and as soon as she entered, Qin Shuang also came out. She was wearing a white scarf and filial piety. She was obviously worshiping in children's ceremony. She seemed to have just cried, and her eyes were red and swollen.

"President Bai...you are here..."

Bai Feng remained silent, his face was frosty, his feet stepped on the muddy water, one step at a time, slowly and firmly, he walked to the mourning hall step by step.

"Filial obedience!"

"This……"

Bai Feng stretched out his hand, and Meng Fei felt a little embarrassed. Meng Yun's death was not cremated, but the funeral was held in his hometown, of course in accordance with the customs of his hometown.

Not everyone can wear this filial piety, it must be relatives of the descendants of the deceased, but Baifeng, who comes to pay homage at this moment, can only be regarded as relatives and friends at most, and a paper flower on the chest is enough. Flowers are not used.

At most, just bow and burn incense sticks, and then just take some money with you.

Bai Feng stubbornly stretched out his hand, Qin Shuang took a set from the side and handed it to Bai Feng, saying thank you in a low voice.

Mo Bei was more stubborn than Bai Feng, and went directly to get a set for himself. Of course, Pan Jianguo would not be hypocritical, so he also got a set for himself with a sullen face.

With a wave of his hand, Bai Feng put on the solemn white filial dress, and Bai Feng also tied a turban on his head. This turban made the people sitting next to him curious.

"Hey, who are these three? Why are they also wearing mourning clothes?"

"I don't know, it doesn't look like a villager, anyway, it must not be a relative of Lao Meng's family..."

"That's right, although Lao Meng seldom goes back to the village, I know all their relatives, and I have never met these three..."

"Why does this woman still wear a headscarf? Only children or daughter-in-law can wear it. Could it be..."

"No way... What did Meng Fei do, isn't he engaged to Qin Shuang?"

"Not necessarily, maybe it's Lao Meng's illegitimate daughter outside. After all, Lao Meng is also a celebrity, so rich..."

"Fuck your second uncle, can you accumulate some virtue?"

"My second uncle is you... Hey hey... Don't hit me, second uncle, can't I not tell you?"

……

Bai Feng was already kneeling in the mourning hall in hemp and mourning, with Mo Bei and Pan Jianguo behind her respectively!
kowtow……

kowtow……

Kowtow again...

She raised her head suddenly, tears streaming down her face, and she remembered that when she first met Meng Yun, he always had a faint smile on his face. He was neither humble nor overbearing when facing the Zhao family in Tianfu. He did not choose favoritism, but always adhered to Stand by yourself with justice and truth.

For the country and the people, he insisted on supporting the high-quality Zhiwei restaurant, and dedicated his whole life to the national cuisine...

"Boss Bai..."

Meng Fei and Qin Shuang also cried, and the villagers nearby sighed and came up to comfort them one after another...

Bai Feng was unshakable, no matter how much these people tried, she still knelt on the ground...

After a long time, in front of the precarious mourning hall, I pulled out a small yellow jade suona from my arms...

Suona whimpers, all birds contend!
A song "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" rippling leisurely from the coffin shed!

This world does not have this suona song. In Baifeng's world, this song "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" can only be played after the death of a respected person.

So, she knelt in front of Meng Yun's spiritual seat, and played the most difficult suona song "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" for him!
(End of this chapter)