So, in the private room of a time-honored restaurant in Guangzhou, Xia Yan and Nakiri Sesaemon successfully came to the online "Mianki".

"I didn't expect that you are so young."

After sitting down, Nakiri Sesaemon gave a curious look.

This boss who has been in high positions for a long time does not need to deliberately add any evil spirits to his eyes. The high pressure will naturally be under the cover of the person in the focus of his sight.

Tsk, old man, this trick is useless to me. I have been rushing to Nakiri's house all day long. I have generated an immune shield with your breath!

Xia Yan did not dodge, and faced Sensaemon's eyes, with a slightly curled mouth: "Are you really young?"

He knew that this "small trumpet" had a certain correction, and it was more similar to the outline compared to the original. Besides, the appearance index of this "small trumpet" was so high that he didn't dare to shamelessly recognize it.

A casual question seemed to make Nakiri Seizuo think wrongly.

What's the meaning?

General Yuanyue's handsome eyebrows frowned.

From the perspective of a high-level person, at such a meeting with specifications, the person on the opposite side will not talk nonsense.

Really young...

Is "seal" an illusion? His real age is even older than himself?

Think of keywords for hot topics in chat groups.

Daxian Temple, a thousand-year-old temple.

And what kind of kitchen utensils with magical power, "the legendary kitchen utensils".

Therefore, based on the background of the rules of supernatural power, is this mysterious chat group creator a certain old monster...

Seeing that Sensaemon tea was not even enough to drink, he fell into a state of stuttering.

Xia Yan uched in his heart, "A rhetorical question, is it necessary to think so much about it?"

In fact, the meaning of his rhetorical question is-

Old man, the age of this "small trumpet" has been forced to increase. As for me, I am just a student in the Far Moon World. In your eyes, you may not be considered a young man or a furry boy.

never mind!

Xia Yan took the initiative to talk back to the topic: "Your Excellency General Manager, are you interested in knowing this restaurant and restaurant?"

As he said that, he got up and pushed open the table not far away, facing the street window.

Suddenly.

A hustle and bustle of downtown surged into the house.

""Yangquan Restaurant"..." Senzaemon did not hide his curiosity, "I have heard people mention it many times in the chat group, not only on today's hot topics."

"only."

Stopped by words, Sensaemon looked around the private room Accord. With his experience and eyesight, it was impossible to see that the tables and chairs in this restaurant were furnished, the floors and walls were of great quality, and there was a faint scent of lacquer and wood.

"It doesn't look like a time-honored brand or a century-old store." Sensaemon expressed bluntly.

"The place has changed, but the people have not changed." Xia Yan smiled, "The old framework before was destroyed in the fire, and now it is a new store after being reborn in the ashes."

The words are finished.

The waiter brought the food into the house, and a serious middle-aged man followed in from behind.

"I'm a dime."

After the waiter put the food in hand, Ding You solemnly bowed to Xia Yan and said, "Thank you for helping me in the Yiren Hall. Otherwise, the little woman's life will be in danger. Although Ah Mao and I are unwilling to give up, we may have to obey the mercy of the dark people."

A meal.

Ding You had a solemn face: "Even, it is not impossible to hand over the [Yongling Sword] in exchange for Meili's vitality."

Yongling Sword!

Nakiri Sesaemon raised his ears and couldn't help but glance at Xia Yan opposite the table, and his eyes were frozen, intending to keep a close eye on the "administrator" and see how he reacted.

Unexpectedly, Xia Yan operated the 'small trumpet' and laughed refreshingly: "Hahaha, Master Ding You, [Yong Ling Sword] can't be handed over now. To be honest, I intend to participate in this "Divine Front Sword Technique duel."

Dingyou was obviously stunned.

After a moment, he looked at the 'Mr. Qin' who was shaking his eyes and sarcastic expression at him, and his face twitched: "Sir, really... young!"

"Probably, it meets the age rules range of "Divine Front Swordsmanship".

At this time.

Another old but energetic voice came from outside the house: "I heard that sir is currently living in Lei Mansion?"

"Yes, I declare to the public that I am the Iron Lady's disciple." Xia Yan replied.

Master Luo Tian entered the house and held a plate of vegetarian dishes in his hand.

"This is a side dish I cooked in the kitchen to thank Mr. Qin, and it's not a respect." Putting the plate on the table, Luo Tian's eyes flashed over Nakiri Sensaemon in the samurai suit.

Two elderly people of the same age have a gaze.

Um?!

Luo Tian's eyes were filled with surprise, "Your Excellency is extraordinary, how dare you ask where it comes from?"

“Fusang.”

Sensaemon replied, but his eyes moved to the vegetarian stir-fry that Luo Tian had just served. He seemed to feel something, his pupils shrank slightly, and he said in his heart: "This dish has something that makes me afraid and feel strong intimidating."

Luo Tian repeated the words "Fusang" and left the house with Ding You one after another.

In a blink of an eye, the private room has returned to tranquility.

moment.

When she found that Senzaemon was still observing Luo Tian’s dishes, Xia Yan reminded her: “That man is named Luo Tian, ​​the leading dragon chef in Guangdong.”

"Cook Dragon!"

Nakiri Sensaemon's eyes twitched, and he suddenly pointed at the dish with a bright look: "So, is this dish a dragon dish above the word "Lin"?"

Xia Yan nodded, "In order to thank me for my assistance, Master Luo Tian should have shown his "true dragon cooking skills"!"

Next, neither of them spoke without saying a word and almost at the same time.

A stir-fried vegetable dish.

Moreover, the vegetables are the "Qingjiang cuisine" that Xia Yan is so familiar with!

"Fried Qingjiang Cuisine?"

Xia Yan's mood is subtle.

He knew the original work, of course he knew that Liu Maoxing left Shu and went to Guangzhou to learn the arts. The first recipe he mastered was "Fried Qingjiang Cuisine".

And then again, during the birth of this classic recipe, Luo Tian was the figure of the "Ten Complete Master". It was he who guided Liu Maoxing to eliminate the fishy smell of soil and fishy smell contained in Guangzhou's local Qingjiang cuisine.

"Sure enough, it was blanched and oiled-"

As she chewed a few vegetables, Xia Yan ate a faint smell of pork.

Oil residue?

Is it the fat and fatty pork that is used to cook in a pot first and rinse out lard. At the same time, is the ginger, green onion and garlic also fried?

Unlike Liu Maoxing, Luo Tian himself uses lard instead of chicken oil.

This is more down-to-earth.

Xia Yan savored it carefully, and a comment from the Seizuo Nakiri came from across the table:

"Is it lard, peanut oil mixed, and then stir-fry vegetables?"

"In addition to vegetable juice, the oil-consuming juice also emphasizes the flavor. There is abalone juice and mushroom powder. Finally, before serving on the table, some shrimp powder was sprinkled..."

"Awesome! Every material, no matter how big or small, is spread around the 'umami flavor'!"

Xia Yan had no time to pay attention to Senzaemon and chewed the vegetables. Between his lips and teeth, there was a refreshing vegetable, and the magnificent and deliciousness laid out by many umami ingredients-

So.

He vaguely saw a sea filled with green.

And his intrusion was like a firefly elves that disturbed the dormant in the green ocean. In an instant, countless green light spots rose into the sky and filled their vision.

Standing under the green fluorescence in the sky.

Wow—

A green aurora like a dragon spreads out into the distance in the sky of view until the end of the world.

Xia Yan had a feeling in his heart: "...This is the world in the market of Master Luo Tian, ​​I broke into his realm and consciousness."

Almost with Sensaemon, he put down his chopsticks at the same time.

"call."

Nakiri Sensaemon saw sweat on his forehead, and there was a kind of vibration in his eyes, "So that's the scenery behind the word "Lin" is like this."

Xia Yanze said:

"Special grade is to make the characteristics/traits form a painting."

"The word "Lin" means to continue to draw lines on the painting and to find the truth as much as possible."

"Dragon level, maybe..."

The two looked at each other from across the table, and spoke in unison:

"Put the finishing touch!"
Chapter completed!