The sun rises for a new day.

On the highest roof of the first line of heaven, Dao Lin was practicing his sword technique diligently.

He comes here every morning to practice, and as the old saying goes, the plan of the day is in the morning.

However, for the residents of the first line of sky, when they saw the morning sun, it was actually almost noon.

The first line of heaven is a small town, located in the middle of two large mountains, the sunshine hours are very short every day, the sun rises from the east mountain at 10 o'clock in the morning and sets from the west mountain at 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

This is also the reason why Dao Lin is obviously very diligent, but the martial arts are never in the product.

"Little Bunny... Stop practicing, hurry up and prepare food, it's going to be open soon..."A rough voice came from downstairs.

Hearing this, Dowling reluctantly made a gesture of reluctance, inserted the knife back into the scabbard, and then carefully supported the ladder and retreated downstairs.

"Hey, everyone else has a system, or there is an old grandmother and grandfather, I'm good, except for inheriting a restaurant, it's useless." Dowling sighed as he climbed the ladder.

"You little rabbit cub, can you realize something, don't think about your martial arts dream all day long, okay? The restaurant that has been passed down from generation to generation, I can't help but think that I will end up here. ”

When Dao Lin went down to the ground, Dao Wuji, who was tall and fat, rushed over and rewarded him with a burst of chestnuts, and Dao Lin covered his head and grinned.

"Daddy... Are you embarrassed to say that my grandfather gave you such a charming name, and you can only cook, are you embarrassed? Dowling rubbed his head and retorted.

"What's wrong with cooking? Our Taoist ancestors have been cooks for generations, your grandfather, who used to be the emperor's royal chef, made the first-hand food, and the emperor said that it was good. Dao Wuji said with another burst of chestnuts on Dao Lin's head.

"Ahh Yes, yes, you're right..."In order not to be shocked again, Dowling hurriedly nodded in admittance.

"That's right... Hurry up and prepare the food, it's time for the guests to come later..."Dao Wuji said with a smile and touched his son's head.

"It's not like our family doesn't have a cook, so I don't understand why we have to do it ourselves?" Dowling reluctantly walked towards the back kitchen.

"You know what? This is called affinity, and only by mingling with their own friends can they treat this place as their own home, and they will work for us in a down-to-earth manner. Dao Wuji said bitterly.

Dowling followed behind Dao Wuji, learning his tone and grimacing.

"You must know that the status of our Taoist family in the first line of heaven, as well as this Taoist restaurant, is the hard work of our Taoist ancestors from generation to generation.

Emperor Shenwu passed by here back then, tasted your grandfather's craftsmanship, and invited your grandfather to go out of the mountain into the imperial city, and gave him the golden sign of 'the world's first chef'.

So, don't always think about being a warrior, what's so good about a warrior? Licking blood from the knife every day, today it's not you who cut me, tomorrow I'll cut you, it's better to be a chef and be stable. ”

"Daddy... Was this Dongshan Mountain a mountain at the beginning? Dowling suddenly interrupted Dao Wuji and asked.

"Huh? The legend is yes, but it can't be verified. Dao Wuji nodded, not understanding why his son was mentioning this.

"That legendary knife split the originally towering mountain into the sky into the current line of heaven Emperor Ziwei, is it not as good as a cook?"

Dao Wuji coughed lightly when he heard this, he turned around, looked at Dao Lin with bright eyes, and then slowly raised his right hand.

"Collapse...", a muffled burst of thunder sounded over Dowling's head.

"Emperor Ziwei is Emperor Ziwei, that was once the strongest person in the mainland, if you have half the majesty of the emperor one day, then you can stop being a cook, but before that, you still give me the honest preparation of food."

Dowling looked at his father who was far away, looking helpless, could it be that he could only be a cook when he crossed over?

What's the use of being the world's first chef?

Martial arts is the future he yearns for.

The realm of martial arts from low to high is Jinpin - Kaiyuan - Pneumatic - Grandmaster - Transcendent - Creation - Shenhe - Emperor - Holy Venerable.

For many years, I have only heard that there is an emperor in the world, but I have never heard of an emperor entering the Holy Venerable.

The emperor is already the top powerhouse in the world, just like the Ziwei Emperor a thousand years ago.

Thinking of this, Dowling's gaze looked at the sky above the first line of heaven.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, this place was originally a big mountain, and there was a martial arts giant on the mountain that had been inherited for hundreds of years, and a radius of thousands of miles was his sphere of influence.

The strength of the ancestor of the sect is extraordinary, it is said that he has participated in the creation, and the disciples of the sect rely on the name of the ancestor of the sect to act as a prestige and a blessing, acting arrogantly and domineeringly, and the people in this area are living in dire straits, and they dare to be angry but dare not speak.

One day, the first person in the world, Emperor Ziwei, passed by here, heard about this and was furious, stepped into the air, only one knife, the ancestor of the sect died, and the second knife had today's glimmer of heaven.

Thinking about it, Dowling still came to the back kitchen, even if Dao Wuji asked him to prepare the food on weekdays, he just came to be lazy, and it was the hired cooks who really worked.

"The young owner has been scolded again, come over early in the future, the owner will not scold you when he sees you here." A chef named Lao Du said while peeling potatoes.

"I want to practice swords, I want to be a martial artist!" Dowling replied angrily.

"It's not easy to practice knives? Even if you want to be a martial artist, you must at least be able to use a knife first, and it is better to practice against potatoes than to practice against the air. Lao Du smiled and threw a potato to Dowling.

Dowling hurriedly caught it, thinking that what Lao Du said was right, it was better to practice with potatoes than to practice against the air.

"Get up, the potatoes are mine today!" Dowling squeezed Lao Du away, took the kitchen knife in his hand and began to swing it.

"Don't swing the knife too hard, don't use the strength of your arms, use the dexterity of your wrists." Lao Du looked at a fist-sized potato being cut by Daolin, leaving his fingers thick and said helplessly.

Dowling pursed his lips, and said in his heart that if Lao Tzu had a paring knife, he would definitely not cut it like this.

Lao Du smiled and picked up another kitchen knife, and picked up a potato from the basin, and after a few knives, a potato was peeled, and the peeled potato skin was so thin that it was almost transparent.

Seeing this, Dowling's eyes lit up, and with such a delicate technique, he peeled off the potato skin with a shake of his wrist.

"I'll try again..."With interest, Dowling began to peel potatoes, and as he cut out the potatoes one by one, the effect became better and better, and his grasp of the knife became more and more appropriate.

Soon half a pot of potatoes was peeled by him, and he rubbed his broken wrist and leaned back on the seat.

"Tired, you know, it's not easy to be a chef who knows how to use a knife." Lao Du pulled the basin at his feet and continued to peel the potatoes.

"But I still want to be able to cultivate." Dowling pulled a coin out of his pocket and flicked it into the air.

"Make a wish successfully!" An emotionless voice sounded in Dowling's mind.

"Who's talking?" Dowling sat up smartly and shouted.

"The young owner is confused about peeling potatoes..."A group of cooks laughed out loud when they saw this.

But at this time, Dowling didn't care about their laughter at all, because he felt a powerful force suddenly born in his body, and that kind of power he had never felt before.

"I... I'm in the product! I've become a nine-rank martial artist! Dowling jumped up excitedly.

The cooks on the side laughed louder, they only felt that the young owner was playing treasure to make them happy.

"You guys are busy first, I have something to do, if my father comes to ask, you will say that I have a stomachache and go to the toilet." Dowling ignored them, grabbed the coin in his hand and hurried away.