Lu Yang drew in a sharp breath. Song Tianjing’s ancestor was really capable, managing to run a restaurant by cooking according to the Comprehensive Culinary Compendium.

Is it because all the customers lost their memories after eating, resulting in zero bad reviews?

I wonder where Song Tianjing’s ancestor obtained this book. It’s severely damaged, lacking even a cover, with only a dozen or so pages in the middle.

“This book is written entirely in ancient script. Can you read it?” Lu Yang wasn’t trying to boast, but among present-day cultivators, only he and Meng Jingzhou could fully understand ancient texts.

“My ancestor worked his heart out and deciphered a portion of it. For example, this dish required eighteen ingredients, and he managed to identify six. Based on those six ingredients, combined with his own research, my ancestor...