Three bowls of wine were served, and the three of them became lively.

"We'll live on this street, and if you want to drink any time, come and get it anytime." Quit Drinking and pour a bowl of rosacea again for the old man and said.

"How can you be embarrassed to drink such a fine wine in vain, or I will teach you to cook?" The rosacea old man scratched his face embarrassedly and said.

Dowling's eyes lit up, how could he not have thought that the old man, who was still firm just now, would take the initiative to teach the craft after a few bowls of wine?

"No, no, you can drink whatever you like." After quitting alcohol and stopping Dowling with his eyes, he said to the old man with a smile.

The rosacea-nosed old man's heart moved, he was deliberately testing the two hairy boys just now to see if they were here for their own craft, but he didn't expect this little monk to be unmoved, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

After a few more bowls of wine, the three of them had slightly red cheeks, and their voices became more and more familiar.

"Old man, I learned to cook at the age of ten, and it has been more than fifty years now." The rosacea-nosed old man said.

"Then you are really good, the food you cook is really delicious, I don't know anything else, this fried rice alone is already invincible." Dowling exclaimed.

"I can see that you kid can also cook, and it's not easy." The rosacea-nosed old man pointed at Dowlin and said with a smile.

"How do you always see that?" Dowling asked after a pause.

"That's not simple, ordinary diners won't watch me chop vegetables, even if they do, they look at knives, but your kid's eyes are always staring at my hand chopping vegetables." The rosacea-nosed old man smiled and said with a smile.

Dowling scratched his head in embarrassment, this old man is so powerful, he is actually observing himself while chopping vegetables, but he is too focused but there is no gap, and he was exposed at the beginning.

"The kid doesn't mean anything else, I just think your old fried rice is too delicious, and I want to learn a few hands."

"To be honest, when I was young, many people wanted to worship me as a teacher, but I refused, and at that time I was pretentious and said to the outside world that I was a god of cooking."

"The only regret in my life is that I haven't been able to cook with a senior." Speaking of this, the rosacea-nosed old man sighed, picked up the wine bowl and took a big sip.

"Which senior?" Dowling asked curiously.

"A teacher who taught me how to cook, but unfortunately he has passed away." The rosacea old man explained.

"What's his name?" Dowling asked.

"I'm ashamed to say that I don't know his name, he just taught me cooking for a while, and he lives in this street, which is why I've been setting up a stall here." The rosacea-nosed old man said.

Quit Drinking glanced at Dowling, and his eyes seemed to be saying that it was not your grandfather.

Dowling shook his head slightly, looked at the rosacea old man and asked, "Since you know that he lives on this street, why don't you go to his house and ask?" ”

The rosacea-nosed old man took a silent sip of wine and said, "He moved away later, and I only found out that the news of his death was also because the residence on this street was sealed." ”

Dowling was sure that the rosacea old man was talking about his great-grandfather Dao Tiangao.

"It seems that we still have fate, the person you always talk about is very similar to my grandfather." Dowling said softly.

"What?" The rosacea old man stood up suddenly, and a powerful aura instantly enveloped Daolin.

Dowling couldn't move for a while, and the alcohol stop on the side was the same shocked expression.

This old man's strength surpasses that of quitting alcohol too much, at least it is also a high-grade transcendent realm.

"Don't get excited, calm down." Dowling reassured.

The rosacea-nosed old man took a deep breath, ripped off the coercion he was exuding, and sat back in his chair.

"You just said that the predecessor was your great-grandfather? Can you prove it? Rosacea asked, staring at Dowling.

"First of all, my grandfather did live on this street, he was a very powerful cook, he was invited by Emperor Shenwu, and secondly, my grandfather did move from here, and he has also passed away, combined with what you said, I can't help but think that it is my grandfather - Dao Tiangao."

"Dao Tiangao? Is the name of the predecessor called Dao Tiangao? I finally learned his name. The rosacea old man said with some emotion.

"Why don't we have a good chat in another place?" Dowling stood up and said.

"Yes, wait until I close the stall." The rosacea old man nodded and said.

The three of them collect the stall together, and the stalls do not need to be moved, they only need to be stored together against the wall.

After cleaning up, the three of them went home together, and when they reached the door, rosacea's eyes were moist, and he could be sure that what Dowling said was true, because the seniors who taught him to cook lived here.

In the living room, Dowling gave up the rosacea old man to the main seat, but the old man refused to live or die.

"In this way, my predecessor taught me cooking, and now his junior has come to me to learn how to cook, which is the arrangement of fate." The rosacea-nosed old man said with a smile.

"So you're willing to teach me?" Dowling asked excitedly.

"At the beginning, my predecessors taught me a lot, and they also put forward many ideas to me, I think you should also know, that is, with the internal power of the martial artist as the fire, the dishes cooked will surpass the ordinary." The rosacea old man nodded and said.

"I know that, and now I can cook one of the dishes." Dowling hurriedly replied.

"It's the 'Chunjing Yiren', that dish is really not too difficult for you, the chef of the Kaiyuan Realm martial artist, as long as you comprehend the skills."

The rosacea old man took a sip of wine and continued, "After the death of my predecessor, I began to study how to make more advanced food without the need for such a high level of strength for a martial artist. ”

"After all, according to the original plan, it is simply impossible to let a powerful martial artist cook, and no one will be willing to do this."

Hearing this, Dowling stood up suddenly, he couldn't believe his ears, the drunken and stunned old man in front of him was so powerful.

"Have you ever researched it?" Dowling asked in a trembling voice.

The rosacea old man nodded and shook his head.

"What are you?" Dowling asked puzzled.

"Because of my own strength, I can't prove whether my idea is true, and I can't find a low-level martial artist who is willing to be a cook." The rosacea-nosed old man said with a sigh.

"I can." Dowling said excitedly.

The rosacea old man smiled, and after taking another sip of wine, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

"Quit drinking, this—" Dowling was a little stunned.

"Let him sleep in the old man's house, this matter is not in a hurry, and it will be the same if you ask him again tomorrow morning." Quit stood up and patted Dowling on the shoulder and said.

Dowling sighed, and now it was all that was the case.

He and the two of them helped the rosacea old man to sleep in the west wing on the first floor, and then after a brief chat, the two went back to the house to sleep.