After three bowls of wine, the three of them became more animated.
"We live on this street. If you always want to drink in the future, you can come over and get it." Qingjiu said after pouring another bowl for the old man with rosacea.
"Why are you so embarrassed to drink such a fine wine for free? How about I teach you how to cook?" The old man with rosacea scratched his face in embarrassment and said.
Daolin's eyes lit up. He never expected that the old man who had spoken firmly just now would offer to teach him his skills after just a few bowls of wine?
"No, no, you can drink whatever you like." After quitting drinking and stopping Dolin with his eyes, he said to the old man with rosacea with a smile.
The old man with rosacea was moved. He had just deliberately tested the two young boys to see if they were here for his craftsmanship. Unexpectedly, the young monk was unmoved, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
After a few more bowls of wine, the cheeks of the three of them were slightly red, and their words became more and more familiar.
"Old man, I learned to cook when I was ten years old, and it has been more than fifty years now." said the old man with rosacea.
"Then you are so awesome. The rice you cook is really delicious. I don't know anything else, but this fried rice alone is already invincible." Daolin praised.
"I can see that your kid can also cook, and it's not easy." The old man with rosacea pointed at Dowling and said with a smile.
"How do you always know that?" Dolin asked, stunned for a moment.
"That's not easy. Ordinary diners won't watch me chopping vegetables. Even if they do, they will only look at the knife, but you kid keeps staring at my chopping hands." The old man with rosacea smiled and revealed the secret.
Dolin scratched his head in embarrassment. This old man was so powerful that he was actually observing himself while chopping vegetables. However, he was too focused and there was no gap, so he was exposed from the beginning.
"I don't have any other intentions, I just think your fried rice is so delicious and I want to learn how to make it."
"To be honest, when I was young, many people wanted to become my teacher, but I rejected them all. At that time, I was very conceited and told others that I was the God of Cooking."
"The only regret I have in my life is that I never competed with a senior in cooking." At this point, the old man with rosacea sighed, picked up the wine bowl and took a big sip.
"Which senior?" Dolin asked curiously.
"A teacher who taught me cooking skills, but unfortunately he has passed away." The old man with rosacea explained.
"What's his name?" asked Dorian.
"I'm ashamed to say it. I don't know his name. He just taught me cooking for a while, and he lives in this street. That's why I keep setting up a stall here." Rosacea The old man said.
Jijiu glanced at Daolin when he heard this, and his eyes seemed to ask whether he was your great-grandfather.
Dorian shook his head slightly, looked at the old man with rosacea and asked, "Since you know he lives on this street, why don't you go to his house and ask?"
The old man with rosacea took a sip of wine silently and said, "He later moved away. I only found out about his death because the residence on this street was sealed."
Dolin was sure that the old man with rosacea was talking about his great-grandfather Dao Tiangao.
"It seems that we are still destined. The person you always talk about looks very much like my great-grandfather." Dolin said softly.
"What?" The old man with rosacea suddenly stood up, and a powerful aura instantly enveloped Dolin.
Dolin couldn't move for a while, and Qingjiu beside him had the same horrified expression.
This old man's strength goes beyond quitting drinking. At the very least, he is in a high-quality and extraordinary state.
"Don't get excited, calm down." Dolin comforted him.
The old man with rosacea took a deep breath, shook off the coercion emanating from him, and sat back on the chair.
"You just said that your senior is your great-great-grandfather? Can you prove it?" Rosacea asked, staring at Dolin.
"First of all, my great-grandfather did live in this street. He was a very good chef and was invited by Emperor Shenwu. Secondly, my great-grandfather did move from here and has passed away. Based on your suggestion, Said, I couldn't help but think that it was my great-great-grandfather—Dao Tiangao."
"Dao Tiangao? Is the senior's name Dao Tiangao? I finally know his name." The old man with rosacea said emotionally.
"Why don't we change places and have a good chat?" Dolin stood up and said.
"Okay, wait until I close the stall." The old man with rosacea nodded and said.
The three people close the stall together. The stall does not need to be moved, it only needs to be gathered together and stored against the wall.
After cleaning up, the three of them went home together. When they walked to the door, Rosacea's eyes were moist. He was sure that what Dolin said was true, because the senior who taught him how to cook lived here.
In the living room, Dorian gave the old man with rosacea the main seat, but the old man refused.
"So, my senior taught me his cooking skills, and now his junior comes to me to learn how to cook. This is fate." The old man with rosacea said with a smile.
"So you are willing to teach me?" Dolin asked excitedly.
"Senior taught me a lot back then and gave me many ideas. I think you should also know that using a warrior's inner strength as fire, the dishes cooked will surpass ordinary food." The old man with rosacea nodded and said.
"I know this, and now I can make one of the dishes." Dowling replied quickly.
"It's the 'Spring Scenery Beauty'. That dish is really not difficult for a cook like you, a Kaiyuan Realm warrior, as long as you understand the techniques."
The old man with rosacea took a sip of wine and continued: "After my predecessor passed away, I began to study how to allow warriors to make more advanced delicacies without requiring such high strength."
"After all, according to the original idea, it is simply impossible to ask a powerful warrior to cook. No one would be willing to do this."
Dolin stood up immediately after hearing this. He couldn't believe his ears. The drunken and dazed old man in front of him was so powerful.
"Have you ever studied it?" Dolin asked with a trembling voice.
The old man with rosacea nodded and shook his head.
"What are you?" Dolin asked puzzledly.
"Because of my own strength, I can't prove whether my idea is true, and I can't find a low-level warrior who is willing to be a cook." The old man with rosacea sighed.
"I can do it." Dorian said excitedly.
The old man with rosacea smiled. After taking another sip of wine, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.
"Quit drinking, this..." Dolin froze in confusion.
"Let him get some sleep. This matter can't be rushed. It will be the same if you ask him again tomorrow morning." He stopped drinking and stood up, patting Dolin on the shoulder and said.
Dorian sighed, that was all he could do now.
He and Jijiu helped the old man with rosacea to sleep in the west wing on the first floor. After a brief chat, the two went back to their rooms to sleep.
