Then, he began to watch leisurely from the side.
Don't even mention things like scallion sections, star anise, or fennel. Not even a pinch of salt was added!
Boiled pig's head in plain water?
Is this another variant of boiled cabbage?
Huai Shi doesn't need a mirror to know his expression looks terrible.
What the hell is this old bastard up to!
Almost as if he sensed Huai Shi's gaze, the old man turned back with a half-smile, casually lamenting as if in conversation.
"Actually, using a cauldron would be better, but alas, in this Barbaric Kingdom, ceremonial bronze cauldrons are hard to find... There's one in the museum, but Little Hu's daughter won't let me take it." Helplessly, he claps his hands, his old face smiling: "We'll just have to wing it with some makeshift methods."
"...Cauldron?"
Huai Shi felt a chill at the back of his head.
This old man is just steaming a pig's head, why does he need something as big as a cauldron?
Wait a minute...
His eye twitched, wondering if there was something wrong with his thought process.
"Huh? Judging by the look on your face, seems like you've figured it out? Hehe, Miss Huaizhi sure knows quite a bit about Dongxia culture, rare, rare!"
Guo ShouQue claps and smiles: "Yingzhou People seem to care about ancestry and bloodlines, right? The old man comes from an extraordinary background too, what do you think? Interested?"
Under those mocking yet icy eyes, Huai Shi felt like facing a formidable enemy.
Even if at that moment he wasn't an enemy.
But the fierce aura from the Abyss crossed the depth barrier with his gaze, falling onto Huai Shi, lingering around his ears, turning into bizarre whispers: "Do you want to hear it? You do, don't you? I bet you do!"
Involuntarily, yet from his heart.
Huai Shi nodded.
"Ha, I knew it!"
Guo ShouQue laughed triumphantly, yet his demeanor was far from serious, acting as if it meant nothing, "To say it bluntly, the Guo surname originally inherits from the Guo Nation, tracing further up, stemming from the authentic Ji Clan of the King of Zhou. If Emperor Mu meeting the Queen Mother of the West wasn't just a boast, even my bloodline has a touch of divine nature..."
In Huai Shi's pocket, his fingers slightly moved on the phone,
just feeling that flash of inspiration in his mind becoming clearer and clearer.
Only one step away from the final answer!
"Ah haha, no need to check, though this ancestor honor has nothing to do with me, there's no need to hide it—"
Guo ShouQue glanced at him teasingly, directly giving the answer: "Before Guo Clan migrated and settled, they were highly valued and entrusted with great responsibility by the Demigod King of Zhou.
——The position inherited was called 'Zong Bo.'
Huai Shi's fingers froze in place on his phone.
It felt like a flash of lightning struck through his mind, illuminating the darkness, straightly pointing to the one and only answer.
Zong Bo.
Tracing back even to the Dongxia ancient emperor Zhu Xu Clan period, this position managed state rituals, including calendars, music management, and historical narration.
But these are just trifles.
Among all its authorities, the most important... was sacrificial rituals!
To conduct rituals for heavens, spirits, and people for the Current Circumstances of four seasons, managing gods of state building, human spirits, and land showing protocols, assisting the king in building and safeguarding the nation.
Using a more familiar modern term, it would be called the 'State Preceptor'!
The so-called Zong Bo represents the emperor in offering sacrifices to heavens and spirits, the ultimate High Priest in the Chaos Era where mortals coexist with gods, the highest divine post mortals can reach!
Huai Shi's fingers twitched uncontrollably.
Finally understanding how difficult it was for Amber to keep him from crushing his phone...
Suddenly enlightened.
No wonder he's using a pig's head.
No wonder he's so confident... indeed, if it's the case, no matter how many there are, even if they're double in number, without skills strong enough to rival him, it's insignificant!
This is not cooking, it's simply crafting a sacrifice to gods!
"Oh, don't be too shocked, it's not that scary, just exaggerated in words." Guo ShouQue casually waved, "Passed down to now, it's just some small tricks that are out of fashion, moreover, I'm not the direct heir."
FNMDP!
Huai Shi remained expressionless, not responding in any way.
Just coldly laughed in his heart.
Since Duke Zhou established rites, severed blood sacrifice heritance, replaced beast rites with human ones, and abolished all non-human gods and spirits, laying a new order.
Dongxia bid farewell to brutal and bloody blood sacrifice, shifted to another path.
As the miracle of inheritance, the Zong Bo who resets star operation with calendars, frames the order of all things, deeming just a tiny fraction passed down can let this old man swim effortlessly within Dongxia Genealogy.
"Tai Lao? Or Small Sacrifice?"
He didn't bother concealing it, straightforwardly asking.