In the stewing stall in the wind and snow, the monk looked at Ying Zhuo in surprise. Ying Zhuo shook his head, saying that he really didn't know.

The monk said to Bai Qianwan: "You have always accepted him as your disciple, why haven't you told him your identity?"

Bai Qianwan said, "I will tell him. Let's talk about it when he makes the customer stop eating."

The monk smiled and said, "Fortunately I didn't let it go."

This made Ying Zhuo feel confused and couldn't help asking: "Master, who are you?"

Hundreds of thousands of millions pretended not to hear it, and just said to the monk: "I thought that Liu Chongyuan would no longer have any masters in the world who were in the world. Today, I was destined to meet you in this small place. I wonder who you are studying under?"

The monk said, "My master's name is Wuya. In fact, we are just two small temples. The master taught me some basic martial arts, and then was found by his enemies. After the search, my master did not resist and was killed by his enemies. In the end, the master did not leave anything to me, but just left a sentence to tell me not to take revenge.

Later, I became a monk from Youfang, so I went south and then to Poxiao Temple. I saw the golden bell cover recorded on the Poxiao Bell there. Maybe it was a coincidence that I was particularly suitable for practicing this technique, and I soon became successful all the way to this day. Later I realized that the basic martial arts content my master taught me was the basics of learning the golden bell cover.

I always thought that the master might have something to do with this Poxiao Temple, but after inquiring about it, no one knew his master. At that time, I remember that Zen Master Ruran from Poxiao Temple always hoped that I could stay in Poxiao Temple, but I had no agreement when I was used to traveling.

This time I came to Liaodi mainly to visit my master's grave, and I come here once a year. I passed by here and didn't expect to meet a legendary figure like you. It's really my luck in my three lives."

Millions said, "You have been in the world for so long, and have you never thought about entering the realm of transformation and flying to the immortal as soon as possible?"

The monk said, "I am nosy, traveling for so many years, from family matters to disputes in the world, I will take care of it. The vulgarity has not yet been completed, so I don't want to enter the realm of transformation, and I don't want to be like Feixian or something."

Ying Zhuo saw that his master did not reply to him, and did not dare to ask again. Seeing the two talking to him as if they did not exist, he would just listen to the story. But from the words of the two, it can be seen that this monk was actually in a state of divine destiny. This really made Ying Zhuo incredible. In addition, seeing that the monk respects his master so much, can he be a god or a god?

God? Ying Zhuo only remembers that one person is called the chef god, and that is the taste of life. Ying Zhuo couldn't help but look at his master. Could it be that the master has something to do with the chef god's life of life?

The monk said, "Are you really a saint in the kitchen?"

Bai Qianwan said: "Yes. Whether you can become a saint has nothing to do with what martial arts you learn, or whether you use it carefully. It's just that on the entire path of superb enlightenment, the path of martial arts seems easier and more purposeful. I knew someone before, and that person insisted on writing every day, only one word, and a person. He persisted for thirty years and finally became a saint. There are only two kinds of people who can withstand the power of the strokes and strokes. One is that his martial arts cultivation is above it; the other is that he can withstand the word "hero."

The monk nodded and then finished the rest.

Bai Qianwan said, "Since you and I have a destiny, I will make you a meal."

When the monk heard this, his eyes lit up: "Then the relationship is good. I really don't know which lifetime of blessing I have cultivated."

Bai Qianmian stood up and said to Ying Zhuo: "Give me the remaining dishes, I'll make a pot, go and chat with the master."

Ying Zhuo said: "Master, it's rare that you can do it yourself and let me take a look."

Bai Qianwan said: "Do you know why when you see a recipe, many of the ingredients written on it are in the right amount?"

Ying Zhuo said: "I know, it's because the taste and appetite are different."

Bai Qianwan said: "It is because every chef understands how he cooks this dish himself. So there is no need to read it. You already know the ingredients, and you really need to practice more yourself in the future."

Ying Zhuo nodded thoughtfully and went to chat with the monk. The monk saw him walking over and said quietly like a curious child: "Your master, the chef's life is full of fun." When Ying Zhuo heard this, he sat down and fell to the ground.

After eating the whole life of the chef god, the monk praised: "I have never lived in vain in this life, I have never lived in vain. Senior said goodbye. You are blessed, learn hard."

When Ying Zhuo talked to his master again, his tongue trembled excitedly and said, "Master, Master, are you, are you a chef, chef god?"

Huowen Wanwei said: "What kind of chef god is not a chef god? I am just a cook. I really Huowen Wanwei"

In the following days, Ying Zhuo was making random stews, and the number of people was really getting smaller and smaller. Especially when someone asked him if he would still make random stews in the future, and he replied that he would make them after his apprentice.

Finally, only a few people were still eating, and some of these people were left behind because the location of the stall was closer to their homes; and some were the group of people who had received hundreds of millions of help and were still insisting on coming to eat.

After a while, these people just came to simmer by chance.

Huo Wanwei said: "That's the end. There is no one left in this food business. Today is the last day, after dinner, we left."

Before nightfall, an old man came to the stewing stall in the snow.

At this time, Yingzhuo was preparing ingredients. Since almost no one came to eat them, there were fewer ingredients and there was no hurry to open the fire.

The old man said, "May I ask, are you the boss of this stall?"

Ying Zhuo looked up and almost jumped. The person who came was either Xue Lao from Xue Jing's six elders. He had seen Xue Lao before. Xue Lao had been to the winner, but Xue Lao may not know him anymore.

Ying Zhuo said: "My master is resting in the temple behind. Are you having any trouble with him?"

Mr. Xue said: "Hmm? Are you not the winner's Yingzhuo? Why did you come here to sell food?"

Ying Zhuo did not expect that Mr. Xue recognized him, so Ying Zhuo could only pretend that he did not recognize him, and then he stood up and looked carefully and said, "Oh, it turns out that Mr. Xue is Mr. Xue. Sorry, I didn't recognize him just now. Why are you here?"

Mr. Xue said: "Someone left me a letter here, I'll get it."

Ying Zhuo was stunned and said, "I have been here for a long time, why don't I know about this?"
Chapter completed!