On August 24th, the female family in Qingxi changed into white clothes and went to the Xu family's ancestral grave to pay tribute.

The Xu family’s ancestral tomb is located on the mountain. When entering the mountain, Lin Wanyin, the daughter-in-law, should have been supported by her mother-in-law, but although Mrs. Xu already knew that her eldest son died at the hands of the Luo family, she still took her anger on Lin Wanyin. Mrs. Xu felt that if Lin Wanyin had not had an old relationship with Gu Shiqin, the two families would not have a baby relationship, and she would not have to go to Hangzhou to celebrate her birthday. Then she could not meet a robber while riding the train with her granddaughter, and the Luo family would not dare to commit crimes under the name of a robber...

"Qingxi, come and help me." Avoiding the daughter-in-law's hand stretched out, Old Mrs. Xu used her granddaughter with a tense face.

Lin Wanyin lowered her head and was rejected by her mother-in-law on her deathbed on her deathbed. Before her poor daughter-in-law could reach her deceased grave, tears came in her eyes.

Qingxi was sad for her mother, but her grandmother's temper has always been like this. She has tried many methods but she cannot change her attitude.

"Mom, please take Yunxi. She can't walk for a while and you have to hug her." Holding her grandmother, Qingxi quietly helped her find a step for her mother.

Lin Wanyin tried hard to hold back her tears, nodded to the sensible eldest daughter, took two steps back, and held the hand of her little daughter Yunxi. Yunxi was just four years old, and she handed the fat hand to her mother in a daze. Yuxi could see clearly, but unfortunately, the little girl, like her elder sister, could only feel sorry for her mother silently.

My mother and mother slowly went up the mountain and arrived at the ancestral tomb of the Xu family. The leader of the old lady Xu and Qingxi also discovered that someone had come to worship the new tomb. The three thin sandalwood branches were burned halfway, and a bouquet of white chrysanthemums were placed next to it.

"Who is it?" Qingxi guessed with a sore mood. His father is the most popular. Many old customers often choose to eat mats in Xu Qingtang because they like their father as talents.

"Yes." Old Mrs. Xu didn't care much. Her son was dead, and it didn't matter who gave flowers. At this moment, she just wanted to cry.

After sweeping the tomb, burning paper and sprinkling wine, Mrs. Xu knelt in the front, Lin Wanyin led her three daughters to kneel behind, and her mother finally didn't have to hold it in, and she started crying. Mrs. Xu cried heartbrokenly, Lin Wanyin lowered her head and choked, her voice was not as big as her mother-in-law, but she had tears at all. Qingxi cried like her mother, Yuxi, Yunxi was young, and she cried more like Mrs. Xu, making a sound.

On the same mountain, Gu Huaixiu was hiding in the bushes on the high ground, looking at the family's family from afar through the dense gaps of branches and leaves. He could not hear the sound of Qingxi, but he could see the thin figure of the girl. She knelt with her back to him, and after a while he raised his hand to wipe his eyes, crying so hard that his whole body was trembling.

The feeling of losing my father...

Gu Huaixiu looked at the continuous green mountains farther away. After more than twenty years, he still remembered an eight-year-old boy who had been running in the mountains regardless of everything, until he couldn't run anymore, and he fell to the ground, like a beast, making a mournful cry of losing his mother, sadness, pain, resentment, hatred, and grabbed his ten fingers deeply into the mountain soil.

No one can rest assured after harming his mother. The murderer who caused his woman to lose her father would never be able to die well.

The second day of Xu Wangshan's death was Xiucheng's annual chef competition.

For the people of Xiucheng, the Chef God Competition is equivalent to the food festival that the people in Hangzhou are looking forward to. In order to allow the people to witness the selection of the Chef God with their own eyes, the Xiucheng Restaurant Association specially set the competition location in the most lively square in Xiucheng. However, unlike the Food Festival, the judges of the Chef God Competition are composed of the county magistrate and nine respected wise men. The competition questions are also drawn by the judges in advance, and then the final questions are randomly drawn on the day of the competition.

Each restaurant in Xiucheng has only two places to participate. Xu Qingtang is participated in the competition with Master Zhao. In addition to the two of them, there are also forty-eight chefs. Among the 50 people, there is only one woman in Qingxi. Therefore, as soon as Qingxi took the stage, she received the most attention from this Chef God Competition.

"Is that Xu Wangshan's eldest daughter?" The county magistrate, who was over 40, asked unexpectedly in the judges' seat.

Sitting on the left hand of the county magistrate, Mr. Ren, the great scholar of Xiucheng. Mr. Ren is a regular guest of Xu Qingtang and has a good relationship with Xu Wangshan. He sighed and said with emotion: "Yes, if Brother Wangshan is still here, how can he bear to let his spoiled daughter show up? Poor Qingxi, the child, has given up the marriage of the Gu family in Hangzhou in order to inherit the restaurant passed down by his ancestors."

No one knew about the Gu family in Hangzhou. The county magistrate nodded, but thought to himself that the girl from the Xu family had retired well. Otherwise, with the Gu family's situation at this time, the girl from the Xu family might not have had a comfortable life even if she married her.

The auspicious time has come. After the drum sounds, the host will bring the bamboo tube containing the first round of competition questions to the county magistrate and ask the county magistrate to draw lots.
Chapter completed!