Tian Yuan

Chapter 1415 Cooking and Talking

A quiet and elegant courtyard, located in the sea of ​​clouds.

The aroma of wine fills the air and floats in the wind.

Chen Qingyuan, Lin Changsheng, Wang Taohua, and Yan Ze sat around a stone table, with a steep cliff on the side.

"What do you call fellow Taoist?"

Wang Taohua kept looking at the old chef and did not underestimate him.

In today's prosperous times, anyone who can step into the ninth step of the Divine Bridge can be considered a top-notch person and is qualified to fight for the destiny of heaven.

"I am Yan Ze."

The old cook smiled and saluted with his fist.

"Peach."

Wang Taohua only said one word.

"Fellow Daoist Tao, nice to meet you."

Unable to tell Wang Taohua's true strength, the old chef treated her seriously, secretly guessing that the other party's strength should not be inferior to his own.

After some polite words, the four of them raised their glasses and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Since we can sit together, it is fate.

For this reason, the old cook volunteered: "Now that we have good wine, how can we lack food to go with it?"

"Hearing this, fellow Taoist wants to show off his skills."

Chen Qingyuan's eyes lit up and his appetite suddenly increased.

"It's embarrassing."

The old cook said modestly.

“The ingredients I brought with me weren’t very fresh, so I had to make do with what I had.”

As he spoke, the old chef walked to an open space on the side and took out a set of kitchen utensils, tables and chairs, as well as various ingredients.

The most eye-catching thing is the kitchen knife in the old chef's hand.

With just one glance, Wang Taohua knew the grade of the kitchen knife. She was surprised and whispered, "A quasi-imperial weapon!"

Wang Taohua had never heard of a quasi-emperor grade kitchen knife before, and was greatly surprised when she saw it this time.

"Old Chen, is this guy's cooking good?"

Wang Taohua asked in a low voice.

"Excellent." Chen Qingyuan gave a thumbs up and praised generously.

"Oh?" Wang Taohua became very interested and looked forward to it: "Then I have to taste it carefully."

"I forgot to tell you, this guy is from Cangyuzhou, I dealt with him before."

Chen Qingyuan mentioned it.

"It turned out to be him."

After talking about this, Wang Taohua suddenly realized.

When the two were in Cangyuzhou, a powerful person came to visit. However, Wang Taohua's strength had not yet recovered at that time, so she did not join in the fun. Only Chen Qingyuan went alone.

After returning, Chen Qingyuan explained the whole story.

"The cooking skills are superb, and can be called peerless."

Chen Qingyuan had eaten delicious food from many places, but none of them was as good as the steamed fish made by the old chef.

This time, I can finally taste it again.

The three of them drank some wine, chatted about some mundane things, and waited quietly.

Although I haven’t eaten the food yet, the aroma is so tempting that it arouses my appetite. I start to salivate and my anticipation is high.

"A few small dishes, I hope you will be satisfied."

A moment later, the old chef brought four dishes to the table with a heartfelt smile on his face.

Cooking by oneself is the greatest joy in life for an old chef.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to eat the food he makes.

"Thank you, senior."

Lin Changsheng said politely.

"Sect Master Lin, you are too serious."

The old cook hastened to return the gift.

Although Lin Changsheng's cultivation level was not very high, only at the fourth step of the Divine Bridge, his background was profound and his connections were far-reaching, so no one dared to offend him.

"Try it!"

They were all family, so Chen Qingyuan didn't hesitate to be polite. He picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of tender and juicy meat, and slowly put it into his mouth.

"Northern Snow Python meat?"

Chen Qingyuan tasted the source of the meat in one bite.

"That's right." The old cook nodded. "I bought this top-quality fresh meat from the city's Chamber of Commerce ten years ago."

“It tastes really good.”

Wang Taohua took a few bites of the dish, her expression changed slightly, and she gave a very high evaluation.

"I'm afraid no one in the world can match your craftsmanship."

After taking a bite of the dish, Lin Changsheng put down his chopsticks, took a sip of the wine, and exclaimed in praise.

"You're too kind." The smile on the old chef's face became noticeably more intense. For a chef, having his cooking recognized by others is the greatest enjoyment and makes him happy.

In this way, the four of them drank and ate while talking about the world.

From ancient times to the current situation.

Counting the great men throughout the ages, I lament the regrets of history.

When it comes to historical heroes, there is no end to the words. Just the tragic figures of a certain era can be mentioned for 300 sentences, and everyone can express their opinions.

"Time is merciless. Many heroes have died in the pursuit of immortality."

A sigh is like a pot of good wine going down the drain.

"Among the heroes of this world, only Fellow Daoist Chen can reach the top. His future holds infinite possibilities."

The old chef didn't talk about anyone else. He fixed his gaze on Chen Qingyuan and spoke in a serious and sonorous voice.

At that moment, everyone looked at Chen Qingyuan, without a trace of doubt in their eyes, only expectation.

"That's an exaggeration." Chen Qingyuan laughed mockingly: "I am a useless person now."

"No one knows what the future holds." The old cook said, "I believe it won't be long before Fellow Daoist Chen can recover and reach a higher level."

"hope so!"

Although Chen Qingyuan has a direction for the future, who knows whether he will succeed.

A few people changed the topic to a lighter one to make the atmosphere less depressing.

After three rounds of drinks, they left one after another.

The old chef repeatedly assured that as long as Chen Qingyuan said a word, he would be willing to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire to repay his kindness in giving him the Dharma.

Qingzong is in charge of many territories, and Lin Changsheng has to review the mountains of trivial matters every day, so he naturally cannot stay here for long.

"Old Wang, do you want to be a guest official in Qing Sect?"

Chen Qingyuan looked at Wang Taohua who refused to leave, took a few steps closer, and asked.

"No." Wang Taohua refused without hesitation: "You must be planning something bad, I won't be fooled."

"How can a guest elder position be a bad idea?" Chen Qingyuan replied: "I am sincerely inviting you and will never cheat you."

"The current Qing Sect has a profound foundation and many guest elders, so it is impossible for it to be in danger. If you bring me in, not only will it not be effective, but you will have to pay an extra salary. With your style of doing things, you will not do business at a loss."

Wang Taohua said vigilantly.

"As a guest official, you naturally have to shoulder certain responsibilities and obligations. You have to preach to the sect disciples every once in a while." Chen Qingyuan said, "Besides, who said I'm going to give you a salary? You have a rich family background and you don't lack resources."

"......" Hearing this, Wang Taohua was speechless for a long time, gnashing her teeth and glaring, "Good fellow, you are too stingy!"

"Since you are staying in Qingzong and won't leave for the time being, I will find something for you to do."

Chen Qingyuan smiled warmly.

"It's fine that I've been protecting you for free these days, but you also want me to teach you for free. How dare you!"

Wang Taohua said angrily.

“You’re so nice.”

Chen Qingyuan was thick-skinned and nodded with a smile.

"roll!"

In response, Wang Taohua rolled her eyes and shouted loudly.