He vaguely recalled that his ancestors also had the surname Zhao, but that was the affairs of old generations hundreds of years ago. Even though the elders of the family always reminded the younger generations not to forget their ancestral surname and frequently mentioned how illustrious their ancestors were,
but no matter how impressive the ancestors were, they couldn't compare to a growling stomach, let alone a coarse grain pancake.
By his generation, the origins of the ancestral surname had long been forgotten.
Now that someone had suddenly brought it up, Wu Sanliu, driven by an impulse he couldn't explain, began searching through his home upon his return.
"Ah, you foolish old man, the ancestral tablets are sealed behind the wall, behind the rice jar. What are you searching for so frantically?"
Wu Sanliu smacked his forehead upon hearing this and suddenly remembered.
