Chen Sanwei hurried over. "Lord Jiang Wuchang, please wait a moment."
Jiang Lin asked, "Is there something?"
He remembered Chen Sanwei and his famous 'Chen Family Soup'.
"My lord, it's like this..."
Chen Sanwei recounted the matter that had been troubling him recently.
The incident with the Ghost Shopkeeper not long ago had caused quite a stir, and patrols in the Ghost Market had been increased.
As a result, Chen Sanwei hadn't visited Chen Jiaming during that period.
Now that the Ghost Shopkeeper issue was mostly resolved, he decided to check on Chen Jiaming's learning progress.
Or perhaps see if the latter had encountered any difficulties while cooking.
To his surprise, upon entering Chen Jiaming's dream, he found the young man happily cooking.
Seeing this, Chen Sanwei didn't rush to awaken Chen Jiaming's subconscious. He quietly watched from the shadows.
As he watched, he nodded with satisfaction.
Practicing and thinking even in his dreams clearly meant he wasn't slacking off in reality.
The saying "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night" wasn't entirely baseless.
In Chen Sanwei's opinion, although Chen Jiaming lacked exceptional talent, he was diligent and teachable.
However, as he continued to watch, Chen Sanwei suddenly noticed something amiss.
Washing vegetables, rinsing, stir-frying...
The cooking steps were all correct, but why did the contents of the plate change after plating?
What was that semi-transparent thing inside?
What was that?
Wasn't that meat he put in?
Just then.
Chen Jiaming in the dream reached into a nearby water vat.
With a splash—
He pulled out a... fish????
Chen Sanwei was stunned when he clearly saw what it was.
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That thing...
It looked more and more like... a ghost?
He abruptly looked up at Chen Jiaming, then at the 'fish' in his hand.
Then back at Chen Jiaming...
After repeating this several times,
Chen Sanwei suddenly wondered if he had...
Entered the wrong dream?
Perhaps this was just someone who looked like his descendant and happened to enjoy cooking...
Otherwise, why would his descendant want to cook with ghosts?
Was he confused, or was Chen Jiaming confused in his sleep?
...
Unaware that his ancestor was watching from the shadows, Chen Jiaming in the dream chuckled as he looked at the ghost he had pulled from the vat.
"Heh heh heh... this one is plump enough for braising."
How to braise it?
First, blanch it in the pot, then prepare a sauce...
Right.
Chen Jiaming suddenly remembered something and fished out two more ghosts from the water vat.
The smile on his face grew even brighter.
"Let's make some soup too, just in time to practice the method the ancestor taught..."
"I wonder what ghosts taste like?"
Chen Jiaming muttered to himself, full of pleasant anticipation.
The next moment.
A super-large bowl suddenly appeared in the dream, filled with clear water.
Chen Jiaming casually tossed the ghost in his hand into it.
"Turn on the heat."
As soon as he spoke.
A blue flame appeared inside the large bowl and began to burn.
"Heh heh heh..."
Chen Jiaming stared at the ghost in the bowl, his eyes glazed over, and he wiped his mouth.
He even let out a little slurp!
"...!"
Chen Sanwei, watching from the shadows, suddenly felt a chill.
From his perspective, his descendant's smile was too eerie.
Upon hearing Chen Jiaming mention his name, Chen Sanwei felt a shiver down his spine instead of pleasure.
Why could this descendant be so calm, so 'radiantly' cooking with ghosts?
Although this was in a dream, he must have had this thought before, otherwise, he wouldn't be so excited in his dreams.
Yes, excited!
Realizing this,
Chen Sanwei did not awaken Chen Jiaming's subconscious. After watching for a while, he quietly left.
Because he suspected that his appearance at this moment might be dangerous.
Even though he was a ghost, Chen Jiaming was still the master of the dream. What if Chen Jiaming's will was too strong...
...
Upon returning to the Ghost Market, Chen Sanwei kept replaying the scene in the dream.
He began to recall events since the inheritance, wanting to know when Chen Jiaming's change began.
And why.
Chen Sanwei was perplexed and distressed.
This was also why he had sought out Jiang Lin.
"Lord Wuchang, was I too strict with him? Or is there something wrong with my teaching methods?"
"Is he trying to rebel against me?"
"Or has my teaching him as a ghost had an impact on his physical and mental health?"
Chen Sanwei consulted Jiang Lin, "In this situation, should I interrupt the teaching?"
Jiang Lin was silent for a moment and asked, "...You said he steamed ghosts in a large bowl?"
Chen Sanwei replied, "Yes!" But was that the main point?
Jiang Lin continued, "And he muttered about the taste of ghosts?"
"Yes."
Chen Sanwei nodded, feeling a bit nervous.
"My lord, is there a problem here?"
If Chen Jiaming's mind was affected by this, he would be a sinner.
Not only would he harm someone, but he would also cut off the inheritance of Chen Family Soup!
...
Before Chen Sanwei could get an answer, the viewers in the live stream went from being confused to suddenly understanding.
And now, they were almost dying of laughter.
"This must be the ancestor who inherited the culinary skills before, I remember hahahahaha..."
"Look at this bowl, it's big and round, isn't it perfect for serving food?"
"Ancestor: Is this child perhaps not right in the head?"
"This is truly a talent! He really dares to think, and the ancestor discovered it!"
The viewers had seen King Jian'an's large bowl ghost artifact before.
So they immediately understood what was happening.
They were all laughing so hard their stomachs hurt.
"Oh my god, my stomach, can someone help me with the pain!"
"Come here, I'll punch you!"
"Holy crap, that hurts!"
"Hahaha... are you guys doing a comedy show? I'm considering whether to give Chen Jiaming a heads-up."
"Chen Jiaming: ??? Who am I, where am I?"
...
Hearing Chen Sanwei's answer, Jiang Lin pondered for a moment and said,
"It should be nothing serious, he's just too idle."
Chen Sanwei was stunned, "Is that so?"
He hadn't really considered that.
But on second thought, the Ghost Market patrols had been strengthened some time ago, and he hadn't been teaching.
Moreover, Chen Jiaming hadn't shown such behavior before.
It was only recently, when he hadn't checked, that this had suddenly happened.
The more Chen Sanwei thought about it, the more he felt it was the case.
"Lord Jiang Wuchang, has this happened with other ancestors?"
Jiang Lin thought for a moment and nodded, "Similar situations have occurred."
For example, those who inherited dance would have humans dreaming of dancing with ancestors and ghosts.
And those who inherited martial arts would dream of being whipped by their ancestors...
However,
He hadn't heard of anyone dreaming of eating ancestors, or cooking with ghosts...
"That's good, that's good, thank you, Lord Wuchang!"
Chen Sanwei breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed this wasn't a sudden illness.
His expression was firm, "Next time I go, I'll give him more homework!"
Jiang Lin replied, "Mm."
As they watched Chen Sanwei leave, the viewers were stunned.
Why did this conversation sound so familiar?
"XX News Daily: XX child was caught by parents from an internet cafe. Indeed, there was too little homework!"
"Streamer: I'm not taking the blame for this (Excellent Seal jpg.)"
"Streamer 666666! Well done!"
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