Wang Jinwei spoke slowly, pulling everyone into a past event——

Eight years ago, Wang Jinwei was twelve years old.

In the Wang family's courtyard, a gentle woman was talking to herself:

"Well... what should I cook today? My husband is tired all day long, so he should prepare some soothing medicinal food. But since Jinwei is growing tall, he should prepare more nutritious dishes... Ah, Jinwei

, you’re back.”

The woman put down the recipe in her hand and walked towards him with a smile. At this time, her young son was walking towards him with an angry look on his face, with scars and dust and grass clippings still hanging on his face.

"What's the matter? Xiao Yaoyao (a nickname for children in dialect) went to fight with others again." The woman leaned down, caressed Xiao Jinwei's face, and said angrily:

"If you keep doing this, your dad will have to spank you."

Xiao Jinwei had tears in his eyes, but raised his head:

"It was those kids who offended me first. They called me stupid. I'm not afraid of them. It's a pity that there were four of them, so I... wuwuwu, mother, it hurts so much when I was beaten..."

Little Jinwei hugged his head and cried bitterly. The woman lovingly held the child in her arms and said distressedly:

"Jinwei is good, Jinwei doesn't cry, we are not big fools, we are tall, and other children are envious of us...Xiao Yaoyao, what do you think mother is going to cook today?"

Xiao Jinwei's eyes lit up with tears:

"Is it a 'happy gathering'?"

"That's right! So smart," the woman smiled and scratched Xiao Jinwei's nose:

"On weekdays, you can only eat it during the holidays. Jinwei, go wash your face and wait for mother to cook."

"Okay! I'll go right away," Xiao Jinwei laughed through tears and ran to the dining room. The woman looked at her son's back and nodded happily.

At this time, a deep voice sounded from behind:

"Amei, you always spoil Jinwei so much. I think he will be spoiled by you."

The woman turned her head and saw that the man who came was tall, strong, and mighty. It was her husband Wang Tie. The woman took Wang Tie's big hand and joked:

"Brother Tie, what are you talking about? Our son has been wronged today. As a mother, I feel sorry for him. How can I be considered pampering?"

"One, two... three, four, five..." Wang Tie counted on his hands, and then helplessly said to his wife:

"Amei, count the numbers. It's only the middle of the month. You've already cooked delicious dishes for Jinwei several times. Isn't this considered pampering?"

The woman gently poked her husband's arm and said angrily:

"Okay, you're waiting for me here, and you're even jealous of your own son? Okay, okay, I'll cook some of your favorite dishes for you tomorrow, so that you won't be too tired all day long..."

"I, that's not what I meant..." Although he said this, Wang Tie couldn't help but smacked his lips.

The woman glanced at her husband, rolled her eyes, and joked with a smile:

"You still say it's not the case. Look at your greedy appearance. You look like a greedy little kid. You don't look like the iron king of Ba County who usually speaks his mind."

"The most fragrant food in the world is what you cook, my sister. Not to mention King Tie, even the King of Heaven would drool with greed." Wang Tie put his arm around his wife's shoulders, and the two of them looked at Xiao Jinwei's departure.

direction, Wang Tie sighed:

"Haha, this kid is really like me. If someone calls him stupid for no reason and he doesn't dare to fight back, see if I don't pick up a hammer and smash him to death..."

"Are you willing to give it up?" The woman exposed her husband's lustful nature, which made Wang Tie a little embarrassed. Then the woman gently leaned on her husband's shoulder:

"I am an ordinary woman. I have no other wishes. I just hope that when our son grows up, he will be an upright man like you. I would be extremely satisfied."

…………

Five years ago, Wang Jinwei was fifteen years old.

"Sickness and labor have long since taken away the life of a loving mother; sad winds cannot express the love of children; do not repay the spring sunshine and hurt even an inch of grass; spare blood and weep for the day flowers... Recalling your kind face is heartbreaking; caressing the relics and running with tears; the kind words of the last year are always in my ears.

, I have no words to say to you again this spring...I see my mother again in front of Wulu Courtyard, and sometimes she calls out to her in my dreams."

In the mourning hall, the priest was reciting the song "Couplet in Memory of Mother" in a weird and solemn tone. The young man Wang Jinwei couldn't kneel down and pressed his forehead against the cold floor tiles. He didn't even have the courage to look at his mother's face.

It seemed that as long as he didn't raise his head, his mother would still be by his side.

"Heir, come forward and help the spirit." The gentleman's voice came from far away, but when he heard the word "help the spirit", the young man's heart still twitched violently, and tears came out of his eyes.

"Heir, please come forward and support the spirit." The voice came again, and the mother's gentle voice and smile came like a tide. The young Wang Jinwei could no longer bear it and fell to the ground in the mourning hall and cried bitterly.

"What are you doing!" A huge force came from behind and kicked Wang Jinwei down. He turned around and saw his father Wang Tie with his lips tightly closed and his expression expressionless. Wang Tie stepped forward and grabbed Wang Jinwei's collar and said angrily:

"Cry! What's the use of crying? Get up and help the soul, it's useless..."

"Heir, please come forward and support the spirit." The husband's impatient voice accompanied by his father's fist became the most profound memory of Wang Jinwei's mother's death.

…………

Four years ago, Wang Jinwei was sixteen years old.

"Get up! You loser!" Before dawn, Wang Tie's angry curses could be heard from outside the room. Wang Jinwei, who was still asleep, was grabbed by his ears and dragged out of the door by his father.

Wang Tie crossed his arms and stared angrily:

"You dare to be lazy when I ask you to get up. I think your wings are stiff! Go over there and get the hammer. If you don't swing it five hundred times, you won't be allowed to eat."

Wang Jinwei picked up the hammer and whispered to himself:

"But... being a blacksmith is so boring."

"You still dare to talk back?" Wang Tie's curses were followed by slaps, which frightened Wang Jinwei and subconsciously shrank his head to avoid him. When Wang Tie saw his son's appearance, he said bitterly:

"Damn boy, look at your worthless look, you don't look like me at all! Go and swing it a thousand times. If you dare to talk more, just keep adding..."

An hour later, Wang Jinwei finally completed his father's task. With his whole body sore, he took the money given by his father to buy breakfast. Since his mother's death, the Wang family's house had never had a fire.

"Look, that stupid big guy Wang Jinwei has come out. He looks so bad, he must have been taken care of by his father again, and he doesn't even dare to talk back. It's really useless, hahahaha..."

Faced with the abuse and pointing fingers of a group of naughty teenagers, Wang Jinwei clenched his fists, but his father's angry shouts echoed in his ears again——

Wang Jinwei, from now on, apart from building troops, you can only eat, sleep and go to the latrine. If you cause any trouble for me, huh, just wait to be dealt with!

Suddenly, his father's fist as big as a bowl seemed to fall on his face again...

Wang Jinwei shuddered, then lowered his head and left quickly. Seeing that Wang Jinwei ignored him, the group of teenagers became even more enthusiastic. They continued to curse and booed, but Wang Jinwei never answered.

Accompanied by his father's beatings, countless days and nights of training, and the provocative scoldings of the teenagers, when the boy reached the age of eighteen, his figure became taller and his muscles became stronger. However, his father's constant oppression and harshness over the years did not help him.

It made him become more submissive and timid.

The courage that the twelve-year-old child once possessed has completely disappeared from this eighteen-year-old young man.

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One year ago, Wang Jinwei was nineteen years old.

In a lonely tomb, a young man with a bruised nose and swollen face knelt in front of the monument and cried bitterly:

"Mom, I was beaten again."

"Mom, don't blame me for causing trouble. I have always obeyed my father these past few years and have never caused any trouble... But, they called me a motherless child..."

"Uuuuuuuuah...Mom, Jinwei has grown up, and Jinwei is not afraid of being beaten by them, but where are you? Am I really a child without a mother..."

"I miss you so much. I feel so sad every day. I want to eat your cooking..."

The tall young man clung to the tombstone, as if leaning on his mother's arms. He cried softly, like all helpless children...

Then, a small box hidden behind the tombstone caught his attention. The location was very clever, and he could only barely see it when he got very close to it, almost touching the tombstone.

Wang Jinwei took out the wooden box and opened it. There was a book inside, which was "Wang's Medicinal Diet" that recorded cooking techniques when his mother was still alive.

He gently touched the cover of the book, and then opened the book. Within a moment, he was fascinated, and his eyes were dazzling...

For more than half a year after that, Wang Jinwei would complete Wang Tie's tasks as quickly as possible every day. Even Wang Tie, who was always strict, could not find any fault. He still belittled and suppressed Wang Jinwei, but he was very satisfied in his heart...

As everyone knows, after Wang Jinwei completes his daily training, he will go to the stone house in the back mountain alone, and then learn cooking skills according to the recipes left by his mother. Strangely enough, Wang Jinwei seems to have mediocre talent in making soldiers, even though Wang Tie does it himself.

Teaching is still making slow progress. But his talent in cooking is simply unparalleled. With just this recipe book, he can teach himself without a teacher. Six months ago, he couldn't even tell the difference between oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, but now he has almost mastered the recipes.

I have tried all the dishes here, and every one of them is very high-quality, skillful and delicious.

After half a year of practice, Wang Jinwei had only one last dish that he had not tried. The process of this dish was very complicated and the ingredients used were also very sophisticated, so Wang Jinwei decided to finish his father's task early tomorrow and come here early.

"Ha, there's only one last step left, 'Happy gathering'. We'll have to be more efficient tomorrow..."

Wang Tie was smiling at home waiting for his son to return. He was sitting at the dining table with a finely crafted hammer in front of him. After several years of training, Wang Jinwei had mastered the basic skills of forging iron and making weapons, especially this.

Wang Tie was very satisfied with his hard work and promptness in the past six months. Some time ago, he personally built this hammer and planned to give it to Wang Jinwei today as a gift for Wang Jinwei's graduation.

"As the saying goes, good people come out of the stick. If I hadn't been supervising Jinwei in the past few years, how could he have achieved this? This kid will come back soon. I have to have a good chat with him and let him know my hard work." Wang

Tie thought with great relief.

"Dad, I'm back," Wang Jinwei's voice came. Wang Tie raised his head, looked at his son who was almost as tall as himself, and said happily:

"Ha, Jinwei is back, what do you think this is?"

"A hammer."

"Keep it."

"ah?"

"Ah what? Brat, I've pushed several deals for this hammer, and I've been using it for almost a month. Take it, it's a gift for your apprenticeship, hahahaha, are you happy?"

"Dad, I..."

"Haha, you have worked very hard in the past six months. Your father and I have seen this. After you leave the apprenticeship, you will first open a furnace in the Wangjia iron shop and train for a year and a half, and then..."

"Dad, do you think I've performed well in the past six months?"

"Well, it's just so-so... You kid, don't interrupt me. I just said that you should train for a year and a half, and then I will write a letter to the 'Master Craftsman' Duan Zhao to see what he wants.

If I don't want to give you some advice, then you will take my place to visit a few other guys called 'Dajiang Yunjin'. In this way, you will become famous..."

"father!"

"What are you doing? What's going on with you today? As I said, you're in high spirits. If you have anything to do, tell me quickly."

"Dad, I..." Wang Jinwei lowered his head and hesitated again and again, but then he mustered up the courage to look up and said:

"I don't want to be a blacksmith."

"What did you say?" Wang Tie suspected that he heard wrongly and asked again.

"I said, I don't want to be a blacksmith." Wang Jinwei put the brand-new hammer back on the table, and then took out the "Wang's Medicinal Diet":

"Dad, I found this book left by my mother. I...I want to be a chef and participate in the King of Chef competition in six months."

"Pa!" A heavy sound.

"Bastard!" Wang Jinwei's eyes flashed with golden light, and his father's heavy slap almost made him fly into the air. When he opened his eyes again, Wang Jinwei found that he fell to the ground, and the blood from his mouth and nose was flowing all over the floor.

But he still raised his head and looked at his father through gritted teeth, his eyes full of determination and desire:

"Dad, even if you beat me to death, I will not change. I have listened to you for five years. This time, please support your son."

"Rebellion, rebellion!" Wang Tie's roar almost caused the roof to collapse. He pointed at Wang Jinwei, whose face was covered with blood, and roared:

"Get out! You unfilial son, get out of here and don't let me see you again!"

The light in Wang Jinwei's eyes gradually dissipated - he already understood that maybe his father and he would never be able to understand each other. He struggled to get up and stretched out his hand to his father:

"Dad, please, please give me the recipe."

"Disappear from my eyes quickly!" Wang Tie shouted angrily, and at the same time he grabbed the recipe and waved it vigorously:

"You can never get this thing again, I will burn it right away!"

"No, don't burn it, please, dad..." Wang Jinwei heard his father say this, and immediately knelt down and crawled to his father's feet to beg, but Wang Tie forced him out:

"It's not up to you! Wang Jinwei, you actually said such rebellious words today! I tell you, if you dare to leave this door, don't recognize me as your father again!"

Seeing Wang Jinwei froze on the spot for a moment, Wang Tie was secretly proud - in the past when father and son quarreled, as long as he said such harsh words, Wang Jinwei would come back immediately and beg for forgiveness. Seeing Wang Jinwei's frightened look, this

This time will definitely not be an exception.

But after Wang Jinwei glanced at his father for a few times, he left a few words, gritted his teeth, and turned away.

"Dad, I'm leaving. Please, please forgive me."

Wang Tie really didn't expect Wang Jinwei to be so courageous. After being stunned for a while, he picked up the brand new hammer and threw it hard at the position where Wang Jinwei was standing. The entire hammer reached the handle, which is obvious.

Get the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart.

"Spread the word to me. From now on, in the entire Ba County, whoever dares to sell anything to this little beast Wang Jinwei, don't blame me for turning against him! If you rebel against him, let's see how long this kid can make a fuss!"

Bajun is a city of iron. Wang Tie is the Iron King and has a high prestige. Anyone who dares to sell ingredients and medicinal materials to Wang Jinwei will be against him. Therefore, Wang Jinwei had a very difficult time after leaving home.

He was so hungry that he fainted several times, but Wang Jinwei had a tenacity and would never go home no matter what.

In order to survive, and to participate in the King of Chef competition half a year later, Wang Jinwei went to the wild alone, picking up wild fruits and catching wild animals to feed himself every day. At first, he was very unfamiliar, but it seemed that God was blessing him. After catching the first hare,

, he gradually became an excellent hunter and solved the food problem. Later, Wang Jinwei remembered the King of Chef competition on June 22, so he started looking for ingredients. He traveled around a lot and it was very hard, but he still lacked a lot of ingredients. As of today morning
Chapter completed!