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Chapter 52 Swear an Oath, Learn Craftsmanship (Please collect recommendation tickets!)

"Brother, how does it taste?"

Seeing Chen Chang'an eating stinky tofu with big mouthfuls, the tofu seller smiled and asked with some complacency.

"So-so, not as good as the one I ate three years ago!"

Chen Changan's face twitched, and he said flatly, staring at the younger brother's facial expression, ignoring any slight changes in the frame.

However, to his disappointment, he didn't see the changes he wanted, and the younger brother on the opposite side smiled happily:
"Of course, for craftsmen like us, the taste must be better than before, don't you think;

If you don’t believe me, you can try it again in a few days, a few months, or even a few years, the taste will definitely be better than the current one! "

"Hehe~"

Chen Chang'an smiled faintly, not bothering to talk to this tofu guy.

Why do you want to earn repeat customers.

This guy's routines are too deep to be friends with.

After eating stinky tofu, Chen Changan turned his attention to the stall next to him.

Immediately, the little brother next door said with a smile: "My lord, you still want to eat after eating, come here, my taste here is unique, you will definitely linger after eating it, if you don't try it, you will definitely regret it Forever~!"

"Five copper coins!"

When Chen Changan spoke, his tone was very light, and he still didn't have much emotion. He didn't look down on these mortals in front of him, but these guys...the routine was too deep.

What regrets have come all my life, is this just bragging and brainwashing customers?

When such words come out, let me ask which foodie can bear it.

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment to be objective, it will be ready soon!"

The little brother whistled and proudly sent fried tofu over his shoulder.

The boys next to it were all envious, and the boys at the stalls invited Chen Changan to have a taste.

Gradually, the number of mortals at the West Gate increased over time. Many people came to buy stinky tofu, and some little brothers competed for it. It was a bustling scene, even more lively than in the city, almost like a market.

"Master, your tofu is ready!"

This little brother is really sweet. The previous little brother was called Brother Chen Changan, but he just called him Master. Do you think he is good or not?

In this world, being called Ye is a respectful title. Generally speaking, when the age is about the same, only when the knife rests on the neck can people call each other Ye, and this tofu seller just opens his mouth to say that he is coming and going, and the customers can't be so happy ?

It's all routines.

Next, Chen Chang'an ate several stinky tofu in a row, all of which tasted pretty good, basically the same taste, not much different, no wonder these people all earned a genuine product, after all, everyone's craft of making stinky tofu is similar.

"Master, do you want to try it?"

When he came to the last stall, the hawker greeted him warmly. After the previous situation, everyone felt that this little brother likes everyone to call him Ye, because he ordered a stinky food at the stall called Ye. Tofu.

"Don't eat it, I came here to wait for someone, but I used stinky tofu for breakfast, and now my mouth is smelly, forget it!"

Chen Chang'an burped, spoke a few words, and said:
"Brother, let me ask you something. Where is Mr. Chen now? When I was a child, I came to Donghuang from Zhongshenzhou with my parents. I didn't eat for three days. I received a few pieces of tofu from him. I don't see him now. In my heart... ...in my heart..."

While talking, Chen Chang'an acted out, lowered his eyebrows, sniffed his nose, squeezed his tears, and pretended to be sad.

"You said my father, he died a long time ago, and my mother died too! It's buried at the entrance of the Chen Family Village, you have time to go and have a look yourself!"

The young man put on a very sad look, similar to Chen Changan.

"Give it back to your father, give it back to your mother, you've been possessed, right? Believe it or not that I chopped you off with an axe?" Chen Changan really wanted to erupt in his heart, but he endured it, okay, you guys continue to act, and leave !

Taking out the map, he ran towards Chenjiacun without looking back.

The map is marked in detail, and the southeast, north, and west are marked carefully. After all, Master went to Chen Muzhi's house back then...

Ten minutes later, Chen Changan arrived at Chenjia Village, and he saw, as expected, two small graves and monuments erected on the side of the stone road leading into the village at the entrance of the village.

Taking a closer look, it was impressively written: [Chenjia Village collectively established, grateful to parents for food and clothing].

Chen Changan was speechless. Although he didn't have much impression of his parents in this world, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the grave.

He didn't look through his divine eyes to see if there was anyone in the grave, and walked towards the village in a depressed mood.

There are not many people in the village, including men, women and children. There are children running and playing in the village under the care of their grandparents, and some old people are smoking dry tobacco, sitting under the old locust tree and watching Chen Changan approach.

"Young man, a stranger?"

The old man smoking dry tobacco asked with a smile.

"Well, I passed by Fengyan City with my parents when I was young, and received a piece of stinky tofu from Master Chen. Now that I come here and look at it, it's a benefactor who has gone away. I can't help but feel a little sad!"

Chen Changan stopped and looked at the Chen family village under the mountain.

"Old Chen is also my friend for many years. Three years have passed, and I still miss his stinky tofu. It's really amazing!"

The old man showed a look of aftertaste, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

Chen Chang'an was a little speechless, old man, you must be on top, you are still thinking about stinky tofu!

He bowed and said, "May I ask you, Master Chen Muzhi's craftsmanship, has it been passed on to everyone in the Chen Family Village? I see that many young people in the XC District claim to be Chen Chang'an, and I am a little puzzled!"

"Hey!"

The old man sighed, nodded and said:

"Three years ago, Mr. Chen had a premonition that his time was short, so he left the secret recipe of stinky tofu to the villagers in order to repay the kindness of the villagers who came to exile. Hehe, now, the villagers rely on selling stinky tofu. Tofu has made a fortune, and life is getting better and better!"

Chen Chang'an frowned: "But, young people, they are all using his son's name in disguise, isn't that..."

"No problem, this is not what everyone meant, it was forced by Lao Chen himself. He said that his son has gone to cultivate immortality, and his fate is over. He hopes that his craft can be passed down. Any young people who want to learn his craft, They have to recognize the old couple as godfathers and mothers, and they have to change their names to Chang'an!"

"Is there such a thing?~~~"

Chen Changan took a deep breath, isn't Dad's operation a bit...too annoying...

"Old Chen said that anyone who wants to learn the craft of stinky tofu can do it, as long as they change their name, young man, don't you want to learn it too!" The old man looked at Chen Chang'an with a smile and said.

"You can see this?"

Chen Chang'an said.

"There are a lot of young people from other places who say that they have something to do with Lao Chen like you, and there are still people from Zhaojia Village opposite to learn their skills;

And guess what?Hehe~~~"

"What's the matter?"

"Falsely changed my name, and changed it back to my original name after a period of time. Can I change it back after I made a vow? Are the gods in the sky eating dry food? Of course they all died in the end, hahahahaha~~~"

The old man laughed loudly, smoking from his mouth while laughing.

A few elders in the distance heard the laughter here, and came over gloatingly, looked at Chen Chang'an playfully, and someone said:

"Young man, are you also here to learn the technique of stinky tofu?

Not to scare you, but think about it!will die~"

Chen Chang'an said: "Originally I never thought of learning stinky tofu, but since it is a craft left by my father, as a son, it is impossible not to pick it up!"

"Hehe, the young man is quite entertaining. Come, come, go to the ancestral hall of the Chen family, swear an oath, and learn the craft!"

The uncles are also happy, there are really people who are not afraid of death, okay, you can find your own death, and we won't stop you!
(End of this chapter)