Zhou Dalai is the producer of "Ice Wind Spreads Wings".
He is not a chef at "Yiyiju", he only knows how to cook "Bingfeng Zhanying", but for this dish, "Yiyiju" treats him as a respected guest.
In fact, Zhou Dalai was an outer disciple of the "Linyuan Sect", a sect that cultivates immortality in Yongzhou. There are many sects of cultivating immortals in Yongzhou, and the "Linyuan Sect" is just an inferior existence among them.
Zhou Dalai passed the outer disciple test of the "Linyuan Sect" many years ago and became an outer disciple.
But later, because of his mediocre qualifications, when the time to become an outer disciple was up, he was not promoted to an inner disciple, so he was expelled from the master.
But Zhou Dalai also has some foundation in cultivating immortals and knows some basic magic formulas. "Ice Wind Spreads Wings" was created by him through magic formulas.
It is rumored that you can taste it only if the producer agrees to give it to you, but in fact it is Zhou Dalai who has developed a keen eye in the sect. When he sees any diner who is extraordinary, he will go up and fawn over him. This cannot be said to be fawning, but smart.
In this way, the dishes made by Zhou Dalai became more and more famous, and the immortal cultivator who came to the mortal world in disguise came to "Yiju" and was recognized by Zhou Dalai, and asked him to taste "Ice Wind Spreading Wings" and asked for his handwriting.
Over time, Zhou Dalai and the dishes he made were widely spread in Mubing City, and even people from other cities came to try them.
At this time, he closed his eyes and meditated in his room, practicing silently. Although his qualifications were mediocre, it did not hinder his hard practice.
"Moo!"
A cow brayed outside "Yiyiju", but only Zhou Dalai heard the sound.
Zhou Dalai woke up from his practice. He walked to the window inexplicably and saw the old man in green riding on the back of an ox. The old man was looking at him, smiled slightly and drove away on the green ox.
At this time, there was a knock on Zhou Dalai's room, and when he opened the door, it was the receptionist.
"Mr. Zhou, someone asked me to taste the 'Ice Wind Spreading Wings'. I don't know what you mean..." the receptionist replied.
"Is there an old man in a green shirt?" Zhou Dalai asked with a frown.
"Yes." The receptionist didn't know why Zhou Dalai knew who ordered this dish.
Immediately, Zhou Dalai waved his hand for him to go down and said, "I'll go make it right away."
The reception was even more shocking, because it had been a long time since Zhou Dalai took action. It was the first time he had encountered Zhou Dalai's desire to let people taste while working here.
Seeing the receptionist standing there stunned, Zhou Dalai shouted coldly: "Hurry up and go!"
A smart receptionist knew that the old man in green shirt and the little beggar had a good background, so he immediately went to entertain them.
Zhou Dalai read the meaning in the eyes of the old man in green shirt, and then agreed to do it. He was a cultivator, and he understood some things even if he didn't say them.
Although the old man in green shirt has left, Zhou Dalai must have been followed by someone else.
An hour later, Zhou Dalai came to the little beggar's Tianzihao room to receive him.
"Go down, no one else is allowed to come in without my order." Zhou Dalai said calmly.
He received orders and then left. Zhou Dalai's words are still very useful here. This is the prestige accumulated over the years.
Zhou Dalai stretched out his hand to knock on the door and waited for a while, but no one opened the door.
After pondering for a moment, he gently pushed the door open.
The little beggar was sleeping on the table, drooling from his mouth. Zhou Dalai was obviously stunned because of his unkempt appearance. He did not expect that following the old man in green shirt was a young man who looked like a beggar.
Zhou Dalai placed the ordered dishes on the table one after another, waiting for the little beggar to wake up.
The little beggar had a sweet dream. He dreamed that an immortal accepted him as his disciple and taught him the magic of flying in the sky. Just as he was having fun playing in the sky, suddenly the sky darkened and the blood instantly covered the little beggar.
The beggar saw blood everywhere he saw, and he began to panic for no apparent reason.
At this time, a ray of light in the sky dispersed the blood all around.
The little beggar saw the man clearly. He was an old man riding a green bull. Then the old man smiled and disappeared.
By the time the little beggar woke up, five or six hours had passed. The light curtain on the horizon had descended, spreading a layer of dim veil. Pedestrians and vendors gradually disappeared. At this time, Mu Bingcheng was peaceful.
"You're awake." Zhou Dalai said softly from the other side, observing the little beggar.
The little beggar heard Zhou Dalai's voice, but at this time his eyes were attracted by the food on the table, especially one of the dishes. A bird-like beast with spread wings and singing loudly was entrenched on a branch made of solid ice.
The beggar faintly heard the high-pitched chirping of birds.
The "Ice Wind Spreading Wings" produced by Zhou Dalai already has a hint of psychic realm, also because of the raw material "Feng Luo Que".
Zhou Dalai frowned slightly. After all, he was also an immortal, but at this moment the little beggar ignored his words. Inexplicable anger surged up. Zhou Dalai wanted to reach out and flick the little beggar's slightly red forehead.
His hand was already stretched out, but he stepped back as fast as lightning, and the chair also moved back due to his force, making a tooth-ache-inducing sound.
Zhou Dalai's face was covered in cold sweat, and his expression changed drastically. He wanted to touch the little beggar just now, but a cold snort suddenly rang in his mind. That sound made him almost lose his Taoist heart. After he lost his mind, he was no longer an immortal.
He looked deep in thought, wiped cold sweat, and glanced out the window, but did not find anyone. At this moment, Zhou Dalai did not dare to be disrespectful to the little beggar brought by the old man in blue.
Only then did the little beggar notice Zhou Dalai, and he opened his mouth and asked, "Who are you?" The little beggar looked around again, as if he was looking for someone.
"Me? You can call me Uncle Zhou." Zhou Dalai said with a smile.
"Where did Master Immortal go?" The little beggar asked in shock when he looked around but did not find the old man in green clothes.
"Master Immortal..." The little beggar did not guard against his pure heart and said whatever he thought of, but Zhou Dalai heard something else, secretly saying: "It seems that the old man is indeed an immortal who came to the mortal world, and
Very strong!"
Zhou Dalai had no reason not to believe the majestic voice in his mind, so he looked at the little beggar again and asked: "What is your name?"
"Wang Yuan." The little beggar said in a low mood, his disappointment still not gone.
Zhou Dalai showed a smile for the first time when he came here and said: "The character Yuan comes from the wonderful one. From the wonderful one, it is divided into three yuan. It is a good character."
"Master Immortal named me this!" Wang Yuan looked at Zhou Dalai and said, his eyes without any impurities seemed to be telling no lies.
Wang Yuan's expression darkened again and he said: "Master was still here just now, but I suddenly fell asleep and when I woke up, he was gone!"
Most children shed some tears after their loved ones leave, but Wang Yuan did not, only a little regretful.
Zhou Dalai carefully observed Wang Yuan. He was born a beggar, and his parents were probably dead, but he could survive strongly, which shows his strong belief. There is also a purple light in the Tianling Cap that only immortals can detect, and he also has a relationship with him.
The old man in blue shirt is related.
Thinking of this, Zhou Dalai immediately praised: "I have no problem with my background, my qualifications are above average, my personality is strong and stubborn, and I am a good candidate for cultivation. The person that the old man likes is indeed not simple. Even I found that Wang Yuan
It’s different!”
Wang Yuan didn't know what Zhou Dalai was talking about, so he focused on the dishes again. After all, he was still a child.
Zhou Dalai's slightly fat faces were crowded together at this moment, and he said with a smile: "Wang Yuan, you can just call me Uncle Zhou from now on. Your master entrusted you to me to take care of you before he left, and I can also let you join the cultivating sect.
How about it?"
"The Immortal Cultivation Sect!" Wang Yuan's eyes widened and he couldn't believe all this, thinking: "The master just taught me a technique just now. He also said that it was useless. He also said that I can cultivate immortality, but I don't know why.
He didn't take me away, and even made me faint."
If Zhou Dalai knew that Wang Yuan had something to hide in what he just said, he would add one more thing to him - he is thoughtful. And if Zhou Dalai knew that Wang Yuan could tell that the old man in green shirt was a good person, he would add another one - observation
meticulous.
Zhou Dalai looked at the look of admiration in Wang Yuan's eyes, nodded with a smile and said, "I can recommend you to join the Immortal Cultivation Sect. Whether you can be accepted as a disciple depends on your luck."
"I can definitely do it!" Wang Yuan said without hesitation with confidence in his eyes.
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