There is nothing outstanding about the dishes in Song Hui's house, just ordinary home-cooked dishes, and Song Hui's wife, who is in charge of cooking, is not very skilled, but it is not unpalatable, Ling Yang, who was originally a chef, was very picky about the taste, but today he felt a different taste when he didn't eat a bite at Song Hui's house, I don't know why.

After eating, it was natural to rest, although Song Hui's family was not big, but there was no problem living alone in Lingyang.

"Today's dishes are not at the same level as what I usually eat, but why am I so happy?" Ling Yang was lying on the wooden bed alone, very puzzled.

Early the next morning, Ling Yangtian, who had long been accustomed to getting up early, got up before dawn, he practiced one side of the fist as usual, and then Shi Shiran walked into the kitchen of Song Hui's house, since he came to someone else's house, how could he not show his hands as a chef.

Ling Yang didn't make any luxurious dishes, after all, it was breakfast, and too luxurious dishes couldn't be called breakfast, not to mention, even if Ling Yang wanted to, he couldn't make it, so he just cooked some white porridge and made some steamed buns, or vegetarian steamed buns.

"Brother Song, sister-in-law Song, you are up, it just so happens that breakfast is ready, and you can eat it after washing." Ling Yang looked at Song Hui who got up and said.

"Brother Lingyang, you are a guest, where is there a place for guests to cook, you ......" Song Hui looked at Ling Yang who came out of the kitchen with porridge and buns and said with some complaints, but although it was a complaint, Song Hui's eyes flashed with emotion.

"Brother Song, you know, I'm a chef, although I said that I was a guest at your house, but I can't do nothing, otherwise, I'm too sorry for your hospitality." Ling Yang looked at the two and shook his head and said.

In the end, Song Hui didn't say anything, after all, now that Lingyang's breakfast has been prepared, don't you want to eat it? Therefore, Song Hui and his wife can only wash up and then prepare for breakfast.

Although breakfast was just white porridge buns, but through the hands of Ling Yang, a person who had reached the peak of his appetite, these two things could be said to have reached the pinnacle, so that Song Hui and his wife almost swallowed their tongues.

"It's so delicious, is this really a vegetarian bun?"

"How is this done?"

“......”

Ling Yang looked at the two of them and said a little speechlessly: "Hey, hey, isn't it just breakfast, Brother Song, you don't have to be like this, right?" ”

In the end, this breakfast actually had the feeling of breakfast, and the white porridge and buns were all solved by the two of them, and they both looked like they were still unsatisfied.

"Brother Lingyang, you really don't have any cooking skills, although it's just an ordinary thing, but this taste is really delicious." Song Hui said with emotion.

"What's the matter, Brother Song, don't laugh, there are countless people in the world who are better at cooking than me, where can I get this little trick on the table." Ling Yang shook his head and said, he was telling the truth, and he had never underestimated anyone in the world.

"Oh, by the way, Brother Lingyang, since you have such good cooking skills, then I have something to tell you." Song Hui looked at Ling Yang and said.

"Oh, what's going on?" Ling Yang asked puzzled, he was originally about to leave, but now that he heard Song Hui's words, he was very interested again.

Song Hui looked at Ling Yang and said: "That's the case, we have enshrined a knife here for generations, this knife is a chef's knife, according to the words handed down by the ancestors, this knife is waiting for someone here, one day there will be a person with superb cooking skills to come here and take this knife, although this is just a legend, but I have seen this knife, but I think that the knife is not as magical as the legend,"

"But there is a very strange phenomenon that none of us here can pick up this kitchen knife, whether it is our best chef here, or the person with the greatest strength, or the best hunter, the old man in the village said, this is the god of the master, none of us here is its master, it will only shine in the hands of its owner."

"How amazing is that?" Ling Yang was very shocked when he heard Song Hui's words, he didn't expect that he would have such an adventure when he came to such an isolated place, although he didn't know if this knife was waiting for him, but since this was the case, then he had to try it.

"Yes, I haven't thought about it yet, but today, after learning that Brother Lingyang you have such superb cooking skills, I suddenly thought of this legend, I think you must be the person waiting for this knife, although Brother Lingyang you are not the first person to come here, but those people before don't know how to cook at all." Song Hui looked at Ling Yang and said affirmatively.

"Well, can I go and see it?" Ling Yang was in high spirits, although he now said that he already had a kitchen knife, but this was just an ordinary knife, he also wanted a really good knife, although there was a Yongling knife in Guangzhou, but Ling Yang knew that this knife would never belong to him, after all, he came here to be just a passerby, and the Yongling knife chose people in this world.

"Of course you can, in fact, I won't tell you, at the beginning, our people here still worshipped this knife as a sacred object, but after a long time, this knife did not show any strange places, so it was forgotten by people, and now there is only such a legend circulating." Song Hui looked at Ling Yang and said with some embarrassment.

"It's better this way, so that it won't alarm the old man here, so let's do it, Brother Song has nothing to do today, right? Either we'll go now, after all, I was going to leave here today, but when I heard about it, I had to see it before I could leave. Ling Yang nodded and said.

"It's okay, I'm okay today, and someone will naturally guard the door today, so let's go now." Speaking of this, Song Hui seemed to be more eager than Ling Yang.

Looking at Song Hui's appearance, Ling Yang had no choice but to smile bitterly and go with Song Hui, the place where this knife was located was very remote, just on the mountain behind the village, it was a cave, and when the two of them came to this cave, Ling Yang looked at the weeds outside the cave, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.