Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1243 - 34: The Yang Family Must Not Lose Its Culinary Skills
When a person lives long enough, they’ll experience and remember many things.
The same goes for a noble family.
The Yang Family has been passed down for a thousand years, but now it’s fallen into decline, with only Yang Songxian’s direct line still barely holding on.
Yet the term "barely holding on" only applies when compared to the Yang Family’s past.
In the eyes of outsiders, the Yang Family in Xiangjiang is still an immense presence that cannot be ignored.
Back when the Yang Family was at its peak in Guangdong Province, they built an unbelievably luxurious high-end restaurant in Yangcheng to host guests from all over. This building was called Hongyan Building.
Thirty years have passed in a flash, and many people have forgotten the name Hongyan Building. Yet those who remember either have ties to the past or had ancestors deeply connected to the Yang Family.
Therefore, when Yang Chan heard the name Hongyan Building from Chen, the Heavenly Monarch, even though he didn’t know Chen’s identity at the time, he immediately arranged the best service at his family hotel for Chen, or even set up a welcome banquet.
Unfortunately, Chen, the Heavenly Monarch, did not grant him this courtesy.
He wasn’t qualified.
But regardless of qualification, this kind of tradition passed down through generations is the essence of a millennia-old noble family.
The Yang Family is still the Yang Family, just that the descendants are a bit lacking.
It’s not a big issue; Yang Songxian has already tried very hard.
His body, at forty-something, is as frail as someone in their seventies or eighties.
The three sons he has raised, well, he might think they’re presentable, but they’re just average.
Yang Zhen and Yang Chen, whom he had high hopes for, not only don’t have sharp minds but also lack insight. Chen’s group has stayed at the hotel for days, and yet they still haven’t figured out the true identity of this group. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Either they don’t know or they don’t care.
Until their father personally invited guests, only then did they suddenly realize, picking up their glasses and starting to probe with words.
It’s already too late.
Don’t make excuses like being too busy or dealing with trivial matters.
We’ve all read the books of sages; some become top scholars, while others can’t even pass the first level. Does a top scholar’s classic mean have more volumes than yours?
Yang Chan does have some sense, but due to his young age, he doesn’t hold much status at home and dares not speak.
This is not an excuse either.
Not daring to speak is your issue, not someone else’s. A minor general like Fusu with several hundred thousand troops can’t blame anyone if he follows a fake imperial decree and gets killed.
As the son of a noble family, one can be a wastrel, mediocre, or evil; all are acceptable.
The premise is you don’t plan to run the family.
If you haven’t even trained the most basic vision, even if you take charge, you’ll just be a mere skeleton.
Yang Songxian felt deeply disappointed, but he didn’t say much.
He merely sighed and said, "You know the faces of foreigners without me saying. I have no connection with that newcomer and am not speaking for him. Just wanting to ask you, Zhen, what’s your take on it?"
"Do you plan only to reprimand them, or is it to cut all ties from now on, disregarding past relations?"
Chen, the Heavenly Monarch, raised his eyebrows and said, "Interesting question you asked. Who do I have relations with?"
"The people of Xiangjiang."
Yang Songxian replied solemnly, "Some people do deserve divine punishment, but if your venue is gone and a plague breaks out again in the future, the ones suffering are still the millions of people in Xiangjiang."
"So what?"
Chen, the Heavenly Monarch, looked sideways at him.
Seeing her unmoved demeanor, Yang Songxian couldn’t help but smile bitterly and said, "Whatever you want, as long as I can do it, I’ll make every effort."
"What do I want? I want you to get rid of those imagined things in your mind before talking with me, can you do that?"
Yang Songxian was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Zhen, you’re right, it’s my age showing, my mind isn’t clear. Let’s do this; don’t leave yet, stay for a few more days for my sake, I’ll go talk to others. Old Nine, make sure to treat the guests well, got it?"
Yang Chan quickly stood up and agreed.
"Three days."
Chen raised three fingers before him: "Three days, then we’ll leave Xiangjiang."
"No problem."
After a satisfying meal, seeing off Chen’s group, Yang Songxian sat quiet and pensive at a table cluttered with dishes, leaning on his cane.
Yang Chen couldn’t help but ask, "Dad, what’s the story with this Professor Chen? Why do we need to be so deferential to her?"
Yang Songxian didn’t speak, but Yang Chan quietly said, "Fourth brother, from what Dad seemed to imply, this Professor Chen seems to be a person of great divine skills, possessing divine power to expel diseases. It’s always right for us ordinary folks to treat her with respect."
"Immortal? So she’s a fairy, huh?"
Yang Chen laughed dismissively, "I see the young women she brought are all beautiful and refined, Old Nine, you’re still single, doesn’t that spark your interest at all? Should we let Dad help you with matchmaking?"
Yang Chan hesitated to speak.
Yang Chen impatiently said, "Here you go again, with that habit of yours, acting like you know better and we’re all fools. Behind closed doors, it’s all family, what can’t be said?"
Yang Chan hesitated for a moment, glanced at the old man, and said softly, "From what Professor Chen’s words meant, negotiation is possible, but since we can’t offer her what she wants, she simply doesn’t acknowledge the venue’s matter."
Yang Chen was surprised and said, "Is there anything in our family that can’t be offered? Besides, this shrine and attendant thing, can she simply not acknowledge it?"
"Do you know Professor Chen’s full name?"
