Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 365 Unlucky Female Educated Youth 65_1

Chapter 365: Chapter 365 Unlucky Female Educated Youth 65_1

Huang Dapeng was nimble with his actions, having purchased the house before Huang Lei began her school term, while also finding someone to help with chores.

Along with the helper came an honest and straightforward young man, which piqued Huang Lei’s curiosity.

Hadn’t they already hired an auntie for the chores? Could a man really handle the task of grinding powders well?

Most importantly, the young man was also youthful. Would he be willing to work honestly here?

Her newly launched Four Materials Soup and various kinds of facial mask powders weren’t exactly secrets; it wouldn’t matter much if they leaked.

But Huang Dapeng’s medicinal cuisine was different, those were secret recipes that shouldn’t be shared. Huang Lei couldn’t help but worry—could he be here to steal the recipes?

Ho Ming was just about to greet Huang Lei when he noticed her looking at him with a measuring and guarded gaze.

At first, he didn’t realize, but he quickly understood and found it amusing. "Hello, I am here to see Uncle Ho."

See Uncle Ho? Seeing the age of the man before her, which seemed to be about the same as hers, she wondered how he could be an elder in relation to her?

Wait, he’s Huang Dapeng’s nephew in the sect? Huang Lei was truly surprised; she recalled Huang Dapeng mentioning that his masters and fellow disciples were either deceased or had gone abroad.

She had never heard Huang Dapeng mention anything about his sect before, so why would the sect send someone over as soon as they needed help?

Was it really such a coincidence? Huang Lei knew it was a bit much to have so many thoughts without knowing the other party’s intentions, but she couldn’t shake her suspicion.

Huang Dapeng, seeing Huang Lei so tense, chuckled, "His grandfather is my Uncle Ho, the one who taught me medicinal cuisine."

So that was it. Huang Lei knew Huang Dapeng had confirmed the young man’s identity. "Hello."

"His dad died when Ho Ming was very young. His grandfather was busy and didn’t pass on much culinary skill to Ho Ming’s dad. Later, due to some reasons, they were separated, and he never met his grandfather. His cooking skills were taught by his mother."

"It just so happens that I can teach him a thing or two." Huang Dapeng had some understanding of Uncle Ho’s family situation.

He was not at all surprised that this grandson had not inherited his uncle’s culinary arts and medicinal cuisine skills.

As a junior in the family, Huang Dapeng couldn’t say much about the family matters of Uncle Ho, "He also carries your uncle’s token of identity."

"When I first started learning from Uncle Ho, his son also took good care of me." Huang Dapeng had certainly encountered those who disliked him when he was learning medicinal cuisine with Uncle Ho.

Although he was not someone who could be easily bullied, he was still on someone else’s turf and couldn’t act solely according to his own inclinations.

So that was the situation, Huang Lei looked at Ho Ming apologetically, "I’ll cook today."

Suddenly remembering something, "Where does Uncle Ho live?" Although it was a bit hard to accept calling someone only a few years older than herself ’uncle,’ she could only comfort herself that it would feel normal after saying it a few more times.

"Didn’t we just tidy up the neighboring courtyard? It’s perfect for him to stay there." Huang Dapeng had originally planned for Ho Ming to stay here.

But there really wasn’t an extra room in the house, and with the small age difference between him and Huang Lei, it wouldn’t look good for them to live under the same roof.

Huang Lei acknowledged with an "Oh," then remembered that Ho Ming grew up with his mother, "What about Uncle Ho’s mother?"

Considering Ho Ming’s age, his mother couldn’t be too old either, and probably wouldn’t be able to accept having such a grown granddaughter.

"My mom is no longer around," Ho Ming said quietly.

Ah, Huang Lei quickly apologized, and Ho Ming indicated it was alright.

Seeing that the two had been introduced, Huang Dapeng said, "Go next door and learn to cook and study medicinal cuisine with me."

Since he was the grandson of his master’s brother, Huang Dapeng had decided that everything his master’s brother had taught him, he would naturally pass on to his own descendants.

Huang Dapeng thought that even if there was no innate talent, he should still teach what he could, as practicing these skills was always beneficial. In time, he could help with some recommendations.

In the worst-case scenario, opening a small shop could still make a living, and Huang Dapeng was prepared for the possibility that the other person’s cooking skills might not be up to par.

To his surprise, Ho Ming actually brought him a great joy, "The fundamental skills are very solid."

For a chef, fundamental skills such as knife skills are really important and time-consuming to master.

Don’t be fooled by Huang Dapeng’s confident appearance before; in fact, he was a bit anxious, considering Ho Ming’s age.

Wondering how much one could learn if starting from scratch at that age.

Now, seeing the knife skills were good, he was really relieved and gained much more confidence in teaching the culinary arts.

In this manner, Huang Dapeng began to formally pass on his skills to his disciple. Although he had taken apprentices before, in the old man’s heart, they were not truly disciples, but rather just recipients of his culinary knowledge.

When Huang Dapeng went to work, Ho Ming would start practicing various fundamental skills at home, starting anew from the most basic and simplest dishes.

It’s not that Ho Ming’s cooking was bad. Compared to the average person, his skills could be considered quite decent.

But that was just it, merely decent. If he were to open a shop and do business, his lifetime achievements would not be great.

For him, being a chef, a famous chef, was not just a matter of his father’s enduring hope but also the industry he had always loved.

If starting from scratch was required, then so be it. Ho Ming didn’t mind, he was still young, and he could do it.

Zhao Aoran was surprised to find out that Huang Dapeng had a disciple’s nephew following him, wondering why it wouldn’t be a direct disciple instead.

Curious, he took the opportunity during order handover to ask Huang Lei.

Don’t ask why he didn’t question Huang Dapeng directly – he feared making the old man think he was nosy.

Learning that it was the grandson of Huang Dapeng’s master’s brother, Zhao Aoran found it hard to believe, "Is he already in his forties?"

He had initially thought the man looked rather hasty, but it turns out he was actually in his forties and quite young.

He was genuinely curious about the secret to looking young.

"No, he’s not in his forties, just three years older than us." What a lack of insight, to think Ho Ming looked that old.

What? Just three years older than their elder brother? Zhao Aoran mentally calculated and said, "That doesn’t seem right, if his grandfather was your grandfather’s disciple’s brother."

"Shouldn’t he be about the same age as your father?"

"And you have mentioned before that your grandfather learned from your master’s brother and had received a lot of help from him."

It couldn’t be that Ho Ming’s father had him at a very old age, otherwise, there was no other explanation.

"Does a master’s brother’s son necessarily have to be about the same age as my grandfather?"

"When my grandfather was twenty, the master’s brother’s son wasn’t the eldest child. The master’s brother’s wife had given birth to several children, none of whom survived, until Ho Ming’s father was the only one who did."

In the past, it was not uncommon for children to die young, and the fact that Ho Ming’s grandmother only managed to keep the last child after several attempts was particularly tragic.

Zhao Aoran understood, "Oh, a late-life child."