Liang Yong saw that the atmosphere was not right and quickly drank the wine in one gulp.
"Brother Dao! Brother Dao! Liang has eaten and drank well. It's getting late. I have to go back to the county to recover, so I won't bother you. We'll see you in the future!" Liang Yong said, cupping his fists.
Dao Wuji quickly stood up and tried to persuade him to stay: "Brother Liang drank a lot, and all the brothers also drank a lot. It's not safe for you to carry so much silver on the road. Don't leave today. Have a good sleep here with me. Tomorrow...
Tomorrow morning, I will ask Daolin to escort you back."
When Liang Yong heard this, he waved his hand and said, "It's just a little drink, it doesn't matter!"
After that, he opened the door and sighed helplessly when he saw his drunken men in the lobby downstairs.
"It seems... I have to trouble Brother Dao to arrange a place for these brothers like me."
"Don't worry, I've made arrangements a long time ago. When they finish drinking, someone will find a place for them to stay. Let's go back and continue drinking. We haven't finished drinking yet." Dao Wuji hugged Liang Yong and returned to the house again.
Daolin quickly filled Liang Yong's glass of wine.
"This time is really troublesome, brother. Liang gives you a drink."
The two looked at each other, smiled, clinked glasses and drank in one gulp.
The celebration banquet was not over until the sun went down. The guests were sent away, the store door was closed, and Dorian and the hotel clerks sent the drunken guards into the room.
Liang Yong has a good drinking capacity. Apart from talking verbosely, he is still quite sober.
"Brother Dao, please leave me alone. I can walk by myself. You go and help your father. Your father drank too much. Just tell me which room. I will go by myself." Liang Yong refused Daolin's help and asked about the room.
, left by himself.
Daolin came to the table and looked at Dao Wuji, who was lying on the table after drinking too much. He guessed that his father must have a secret, otherwise how could a chef suddenly stop cooking?
Carrying his father carefully on his shoulders, Dorian walked towards the backyard.
The father and son's room was in the same room as the worker's. This was also arranged by Dao Wuji, saying that if you live close by, your heart will be close.
Putting his father on the bed, Daolin covered him with a quilt. He stood up and was about to leave, but Dao Wuji grabbed his hand.
"Dad...you're not drunk?" Dorian asked sitting on the edge of the bed.
Dao Wuji didn't answer but looked at Daolin without blinking.
"Dad? Do you want me to make you some sobering soup?" Dolin asked softly.
Dao Wuji shook his head slightly and said, "Help me up."
Daolin quickly pulled Dao Wuji up and put a pillow behind him.
"Do you want to hear a story?" Dao Wuji said in a low tone.
"Father, just tell me, I'll listen." Dolin nodded.
"When I was your age, I went to the Imperial Capital for a while and lived in the Imperial Capital for a long time."
"My grandfather had a total of four children, two boys and two girls. My father was the eldest, followed by his second uncle, third aunt, and fourth aunt."
"Our Taoist family is a well-known family in the emperor, and it is even more so now. These are the family properties built by my grandfather. Everything is going well. My father inherited his father's business and became an excellent chef. But my second uncle and the others are not
He listened to the teachings of his ancestors and wanted to practice martial arts, but he also said that if he wanted to gain a foothold in the imperial capital, he must practice martial arts."
"They are right. In the imperial capital, the jungle is strong. It would be okay if grandpa was alive, but he died too early."
"My father's lineage quickly declined. He was squeezed out by his second uncle and his friends everywhere. They even blatantly confiscated our resources. At that time, we were apparently the principals of the Taoist family, but in fact we were worse than just servants."
"My father also became seriously ill because of this, and he passed away with my grandfather not long after."
"I couldn't stand living under someone else's roof, so I begged my second uncle to let me go. They didn't agree at first, but they didn't agree until I took out the golden sword given to me by my grandfather and threatened me with death."
"They asked me to ask Emperor Shenwu to resign and to ask Emperor Shenwu to continue taking care of the Taoists, but I refused."
"They use Wan'er to force me! They use Wan'er to force me!" At this point, Dao Wuji roared with red eyes, and tears fell down his cheeks.
Dolin quickly comforted his father, clenching his fists tightly.
Dao Wuji sobbed and continued: "I had no choice but to do as I was told. I took the imperial sword to see the emperor, and the emperor agreed to my request and allowed me to take my grandfather and father's ashes back to my hometown for burial.
"
"I thought everything was over, but those bastards actually detained Wan'er, saying they were afraid that I would secretly report to the emperor. I hate it! I can't wait to kill them!"
"But I...but I couldn't defeat them. They are all warriors. In the end, I returned here with the ashes of you and your grandfather and father."
Dolin felt uncomfortable when he heard this. His father had worked hard to raise him over the years. Seeing his father in such pain made his heart hurt.
"So... my mother did not die, but was held as a hostage in the Taoist family in the imperial capital?" Dolin asked angrily.
Dao Wuji nodded, his eyes filled with hatred.
"I want to go to the imperial capital and rescue my mother!" Daolin said hoarsely.
"No! You have to calm down. You are not their opponent yet." Dao Wuji quickly stopped his son's impulsive thoughts.
"How can you tell me to calm down when I know that my mother is in the tiger's mouth?" Dolin felt like his lungs were going to explode with anger.
"What I tell you today is not to kill you, but to do something else. Only if you do this well will you be qualified to go back and challenge the Taoist family." Dao Wuji said, dragging Daolin tightly.
"What's the matter?" Dorian asked, his chest rising and falling violently.
"Keep listening to me...
When you still can't remember, when you were about three or four years old, the Taoist family sent people here, and their purpose was very clear, which was to see how our father and I were doing.
I asked how your mother was doing now, but they hesitated and refused to answer. When I pressed, the person said that your mother had been rescued. They suspected that I had found someone to rescue your mother, for fear of losing control.
My chips, so I came after him to take a look.
But they searched all over the sky and couldn't find your mother. They became so angry that they crippled me. They destroyed my sense of taste and smell, turning me into a useless person who couldn't cook.
What they want is to cut off my chance to cook for the emperor and cut off all my options."
At this point, Dao Wuji broke down in tears.
"Then you can also take the imperial golden sword and go see the emperor again, tell the emperor what they did, and let the emperor punish them." Daolin said angrily.
"Why? Why should the emperor punish a big martial arts family because of a useless person like me? I'm just your great-grandfather's grandson, I'm not your great-grandfather!" Dao Wuji touched the tears on his face, and then looked at him.
He looked at Dolin sharply.
"But now the opportunity has come. As long as I teach you my cooking skills, you go to see the emperor with your cooking skills. You are a warrior and you can make the food that the emperor likes. I think the emperor will definitely like you." Dao Wuji
He grabbed Dorian and said excitedly.
Daolin was stunned when he heard this. He did want to learn cooking, but the purpose of learning cooking was to accumulate points, not to please anyone. This went against his original intention. This chapter has been completed!