On the highest roof in the sky, Dolin was diligently practicing his sword skills.
He comes here to practice every morning. As the old saying goes - the day begins in the morning.
However, for the residents of Yixiantian, when they see the rising sun, it is actually almost noon.
Yixiantian is a small town located between two mountains. The sunshine time is very short every day. The sun rises from the east mountain at ten o'clock in the morning and sets from the west mountain at five o'clock in the afternoon.
This is also the reason why Daolin is obviously very diligent, but his martial arts is never good enough.
"Little bastard... stop practicing, hurry up and prepare the food, it's time to open soon..." A rough voice came from downstairs.
Upon hearing this, Daolin reluctantly made a gesture of withdrawing his strength, put the knife back into the scabbard, and then carefully held the ladder and retreated downstairs.
"Hey, other people have systems for time travel, or there are old ladies and grandfathers by their side. It's better for me. I'm useless except for inheriting a restaurant." Dolin sighed as he climbed the ladder.
"You little bastard, can you please make up your mind and stop thinking about your martial arts dream all day long? I don't want to think that this restaurant that has been passed down from generation to generation will end now."
When Dao Lin got down to the ground, Dao Wuji, who was tall and fat, rushed over and gave him a slap in the face, which made Dao Lin cover his head and grin.
"Dad...you still have the nerve to blame me. When grandpa gave you such a cool name, you can only cook. Are you embarrassed?" Dolin retorted, rubbing his head.
"What's wrong with the cooking? Our Taoists have been cooks for generations. Your great-grandfather was once the emperor's royal chef. The emperor agreed to eat the food he cooked." Dao Wuji said with another loud bang.
Lintou said.
"Ah...yes, yes, you are always right..." Dolin nodded quickly in order not to be shocked anymore.
"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 need to do it ourselves?" Dolin reluctantly walked towards the kitchen.
"What do you know? This is called affinity. Only by getting along with your own employees can they treat this place as their own home and work for us down-to-earth." Dao Wuji said sincerely.
Daolin followed Dao Wuji and made a face imitating his tone.
"You have to know that our Taoist status in the world and this Taoist restaurant are the hard work of our Taoist family passed down from generation to generation.
Emperor Shenwu passed by this place back then and tasted your great-grandfather Dao Tiangao's cooking skills. He then invited your great-grandfather to come out of the mountains and enter the imperial city, and even gave him the golden sign of "the best chef in the world".
So, you kid, don’t always think about being a warrior. What’s the benefit of being a warrior? You lick blood every day from your sword. If you don’t kill me today, I will kill you tomorrow. It’s better to be a cook than to be safe.”
"Dad...were the east and west mountains the same mountain?" Daolin suddenly interrupted and asked Dao Wuji.
"Huh? The legend is true, but it cannot be verified." Dao Wuji nodded, not understanding why his son mentioned this.
"Is it possible that the legendary Emperor Ziwei, who split a mountain that once towered into the sky into a thin line of sky with a single knife, is not as good as a cook?"
Dao Wuji coughed slightly when he heard the words. He turned around, looked at Daolin with bright eyes, and then slowly raised his right hand.
"Bang..." A muffled bang sounded on Dolin's head.
"Emperor Ziwei is Emperor Ziwei, who was once the most powerful man in the continent. If you become half as powerful as the emperor one day, then you don't have to be a cook, but before that, you still prepare dishes for me honestly.
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Dolin looked at his father who was going away with a look of helplessness on his face. Could it be that when he traveled back in time, he could only be a cook?
What's the use of being the best chef in the world?
Martial arts is the future he longs for.
The martial arts realms from low to high are: Entering Grade - Kaiyuan - Qi Dynasty - Grandmaster - Extraordinary - Creation - Divine Harmony - Emperor - Holy Master.
For many years, I have only heard that there are emperors in the world, but I have never heard of emperors becoming saints.
The emperor is already the top powerhouse in the world, just like the Ziwei Emperor thousands of years ago.
Thinking of this, Dolin looked towards the sky.
Legend has it that thousands of years ago, this place was originally a big mountain. There was a martial arts giant on the mountain that had been passed down for hundreds of years. His sphere of influence covered thousands of miles.
The ancestor of the sect has extraordinary strength and is said to have participated in the creation of nature. The disciples of the sect rely on the name of the ancestor of the sect to act arrogantly and domineeringly. The people in this area live in dire straits and they dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
One day, Emperor Ziwei, the first person in the world, passed by this place. When he heard about this, he was very angry and walked into the mountain. With one blow, the ancestor of the sect died. With the second blow, the current sky was created.
After thinking about it, Daolin still came to the kitchen. Even if Dao Wuji asked him to prepare food on weekdays, he would just come here to be lazy. The real work was done by the hired cooks.
"Young master, you must have been scolded again. Come here early. I will definitely not scold you when I see you here." A chef named Lao Du said while peeling potatoes.
"I want to practice swordsmanship and become a warrior!" Daolin replied angrily.
"Isn't it easy to practice swordsmanship? As a cook, what swordsmanship is not perfect? Even if you want to be a warrior, you must at least know how to use a knife first. It is better to practice it in front of the air than in front of potatoes." Lao Du smiled and held up a potato.
Throw it to Dowling.
Daolin hurriedly caught it, thinking that Lao Du was right. It would be better to practice with potatoes than practice with the air.
"Get out of here, the potato belongs to me today!" Daolin pushed Lao Du away, took the kitchen knife from his hand and started to swing it.
"Don't swing the knife too hard, don't use your arm strength, use your wrist skill." Lao Du said helplessly as he watched a fist-sized potato being peeled by Daolin until it was as thin as a finger.
Dorian curled his lips and thought that if I had a paring knife, I would definitely not cut it like this.
Lao Du smiled and picked up another kitchen knife, and then picked up a potato from the basin. After a few cuts, a potato was peeled. The skin of the peeled potato was so thin that it was almost transparent.
Dolin's eyes lit up when he saw this. What a delicate knife technique. With a flick of his wrist, he peeled off the potato skins.
"I'll try again..." Out of interest, Dolin began to peel potatoes. As he peeled potatoes one by one, the effect became better and better, and his control of the proportion of the knife became more and more perfect.
Soon half the pot of potatoes was peeled by him, and he leaned on the seat while rubbing his nearly broken wrist.
"Are you tired? You have to know that being a cook who knows how to use a knife is not easy." Lao Du pulled the basin at his feet and continued to peel potatoes.
"But I still really want to practice." Dolin took out a coin from his pocket and flicked it into the air.
"The wish comes true!" An emotionless voice sounded in Dolin's mind.
"Who's talking?" cried Dorian, sitting up smartly.
"Young Master got confused while peeling potatoes..." A group of cooks laughed out loud when they saw this.
But at this time, Dolin didn't care about their laughter at all, because he felt a powerful force suddenly arise in his body, which was something he had never felt before.
"I...I've passed the level! I've become a ninth-level warrior!" Daolin jumped up excitedly.
The cooks on the side laughed even louder. They just thought that the young master was playing tricks to make them happy.
"You guys hurry up first. I have something to do. If my father comes to ask, you can just say that I have a stomachache and go to the toilet." Dolin ignored them, grabbed the coin in his hand and left in a hurry. This chapter has been completed!