After Wei Zhengyang finished speaking, the private room fell into dead silence.
"Why aren't you two talking? Which one of you used that knife?" Wei Zhengyang said while drinking wine and eating food alone.
The father and son looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.
"No way, you have lost your knife?" Wei Zhengyang asked as he put down his chopsticks.
"How could it be lost? Grandpa Wei, don't worry, the knife is fine." Dao Wuji quickly poured wine for Wei Zhengyang.
"Then who used the knife?"
Dao Lin stood up and said, "Grandpa, it's the knife I use!"
"Oh? Taoism really produces talents. You are qualified to cook with that knife at a young age. Not bad!" Wei Zhengyang said with a smile on his face, and there was even some expectation in his eyes.
"No, I didn't use that knife to cook..." Dolin lowered his head and whispered.
"You're not cooking? Then why are you using the imperial golden knife?" Wei Zhengyang asked in confusion.
"Ahem...I'm going to use him to chop people..." Dolin coughed awkwardly and said in a voice like the chirping of mosquitoes.
"Kicking people? Oh my God! You use the kitchen knife given by the emperor to chop people? Wuji, Wuji, what do you want me to say to you!" Wei Zhengyang slapped the table angrily and shouted.
Dao Wuji was so frightened that he stood up and said with a smile on his face: "Grandpa Wei, there is a reason for this. Lin'er also had no choice."
"Why do you have to do this? Tell me clearly!"
As a result, Dao Wuji told the story of Daolin's killing of the Wolf King, and by the way, he also told the story of Daolin's help in the convoy's annihilation of the Hungry Wolf Gang.
"Hey, it makes sense to use it to save one's life in a critical situation, but...how should I report this matter to the emperor..." Wei Zhengyang looked worried with a bitter look on his face.
Dao Wuji and Dao Lin were also worried. They had just planned to return to the imperial capital with the help of the emperor last night, but they never thought that the emperor would send someone today. This was not only a coincidence, but also too much of a coincidence. Dao Wuji had not trained Daolin yet. Cooking.
Wei Zhengyang drank with his head lowered, while Dao Wuji continued his drink in silence.
Suddenly, Wei Zhengyang raised his head and looked at Dao Wuji, his eyes full of expectation and asked: "Don't you know how to cook? I remember the old Taoist taught you!"
Dao Wuji shook his head and told him that he had lost his sense of smell and taste.
"These bastards, I will definitely not be able to spare them when I return to the imperial capital." Wei Zhengyang said angrily.
"Actually, Lin'er can cook, but he only knows a little bit about it. I've been training him hard during this period. I think he can do it. He is very talented in cooking." Dao Wuji pointed at Daolin and said.
"Lin'er knows how to cook, that's great. The emperor didn't set a time limit for coming out this time, but I found a reason to ask my subordinates to go back and report to the emperor first. I'll stay for a few more days, and you can take the time to teach him how to cook. "Wei Zhengyang finally showed a smile on his face, patted Dao Wuji's shoulder with satisfaction and said.
Dorian suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was so heavy.
The three of them came out of the private room talking and laughing. Wei Zhengyang said a few words to the other golden armored cavalry, and then they left.
Dao Wuji tried to persuade him to stay, but Wei Zhengyang refused.
"The magistrate of Guang'an County has met your Excellency." Magistrate Pang, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, bowed to Wei Zhengyang.
Wei Zhengyang glanced at Magistrate Pang, and the smile on his face faded.
"Who asked you to come?" Wei Zhengyang had an unhappy look on his face.
"Ah?" Magistrate Pang was immediately frightened, and his whole body began to tremble.
"Grandpa, I just happened to be a guest at the magistrate's office of Pang County. The magistrate heard that you were coming, so he came with me." Daolin came to Wei Zhengyang's side and said respectfully.
"I see, you have nothing to do here, just go and do what you have to do!" Wei Zhengyang nodded and said to Magistrate Pang who was shaking like chaff.
"Yes, yes! I am resigning..." Magistrate Pang bowed to Wei Zhengyang repeatedly and then withdrew.
Dolin saw this and hurriedly followed.
"I'm sorry, Magistrate Pang, but my great-grandfather has a bad temper. Don't be angry!" Daolin patted Magistrate Pang on the shoulder and said.
Magistrate Pang waved his hands repeatedly when he heard this, saying don't dare.
"Pang County Magistrate, you see, this is too unfortunate. There are guests at home, so I can't accompany you to enjoy the scenery. It's such a pity." Daolin said as he put Magistrate Pang into the carriage.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's important to accompany Shangguan. By the way, I'd like to ask, who is this person?" Magistrate Pang asked, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
"I heard from my dad that he is the commander of the golden armor cavalry. He doesn't want me anymore, so he came to stay with me for a few days." Dolin naturally covered himself with a layer of tiger skin.
Magistrate Pang swallowed when he heard this. The commander of the golden armored cavalry was a very powerful official. If nothing else, anyone who could be the commander must be a very powerful warrior. He regretted coming so rashly.
"Mr. Pang, be careful on your way back. I won't send you off. When I'm free, I'll accompany you to Dongshan to enjoy the scenery." Daolin waved his hand at Magistrate Pang.
"No, no, no, I'm old and don't like climbing anymore. I'll have someone draw up the land deed after I go back. Tomorrow... I'll ask Liang Yong to deliver it to you early tomorrow morning."
"Then there is Magistrate Laopang, go slowly!" Daolin achieved his goal and happily let Magistrate Pang leave.
Back at the restaurant, Dao Wuji pulled Daolin into his room.
"Where is Grandpa Wei?" Daolin asked.
"I'm going to my room to rest." Dao Wuji said while rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
"What are you looking for?" Dorian asked curiously.
"Looking for your great-grandfather's notes and recipes passed down from generation to generation." Dao Wuji pulled out one book after another.
"Why are you looking for these? Can't you just teach me?" Dolin sat on a chair and picked up one of the books while reading.
"When he was in power, your great-grandfather once recorded what the emperor liked to eat and what he should pay attention to when cooking." Dao Wuji rolled his eyes at Daolin and continued to search.
"I found it, I found it, your great-grandfather's notes were found." Dao Wuji excitedly took out a scroll wrapped in black leather.
"Let's go! Go to the kitchen!"
The father and son came to the kitchen and after dismissing all the cooks, Dao Wuji opened the scroll.
The scroll was densely filled with words, and Daolin glanced at it. It recorded the emperor's favorite dishes, as well as the details that need to be paid attention to when cooking for the emperor.
"The emperor likes spicy food, with strong taste, especially barbecued and fried food. In addition, the emperor also likes to eat all kinds of pasta, and likes to drink porridge when he gets up early..." Dao Wuji pointed to the marked place on the scroll and read. Dorian listened.
"Father, let's get started. I can't wait to learn how to cook." Dolin brought dry firewood and put on his apron.
"Okay, starting from today, I will close the restaurant directly, and all the staff will go on paid leave. You should learn from me. Whether you can complete our work is up to you." Dao Wuji looked serious. road.
"Don't worry, dad. I will definitely study hard. In order to return to the imperial capital, let those who once bullied dad work hard to bring my mother back and reunite our family." Daolin gritted his teeth and nodded hard.
"Okay, then let's officially start!"
