"Why should the owner keep someone out of the door? We waited for a long time, just to try the owner's craftsmanship."

Lu Wencai bowed:

"It's not dark at this time. I'll leave after I've eaten it, so I won't be delayed."

"I said I wouldn't receive it, but I wouldn't receive it!"

The old man still didn't look back and placed the tables and chairs, his tone was already a little impatient:

"Cook, you dare to force me? I am in a bad mood and I will cook a table of dishes. Do you dare to eat them?"

Lu Wencai was speechless immediately.

This master was really impatient after being forced to cook a table of dishes, which made the table of people have had diarrhea for half a month, and almost killed him.

An Qisheng was interesting to see, so he interrupted:

"What's not to dare?"

"Um?"

The old man suddenly raised his head, and a hint of surprise appeared in his slightly cloudy eyes:

"you"

Until the sound rang, he just thought someone had come in.

Who knew that there were two people and a dog!

This was simply an incredible thing for him.

An Qisheng stepped into the tavern:

"how?"

The old man looked quite unfair, with a sharp mouth, a thin cheek, and two beards. He looked like a mouse and became a sperm. His eyes were turbid and unsightly, and he couldn't match the chef no matter how he looked.

"Since the guest is not afraid, the old guy is naturally not afraid!"

The old man threw the rags on his shoulders and walked towards the kitchen.

"Sit?"

An Qisheng casually found a table to sit down before looking at Lu Wencai:

"Don't you dare?"

Lu Wencai was stunned and then laughed:

"The Taoist priest is not afraid, so Lu is naturally not afraid!"

As he said that, he sat down next to An Qisheng.

Huh ~

The yellow dog also jumped down, squatted on another chair, and quietly waited for the meal to start.

It made Lu Wencai a little surprised. He didn't know what he remembered, and his attitude became more respectful:

"Master, can you ask if you are a practitioner?"

"Who is not a practitioner in the world?"

Anqi Business glanced at him with a remarkable look:

"Eating is practice, practicing martial arts is practice, and every move is practice."

"It's abrupt."

Lu Wencai shook his head and smiled bitterly, but he confirmed his thoughts.

I didn't ask anymore, and introduced it to An Qisheng again:

"The wine and food in the fireworks alley are quite good, but the ingredients are very ordinary. There are no delicacies and wild game, and they are all ingredients that ordinary people eat."

"The ancients have long popularized the best-tasting ingredients in the world and wild game, but ordinary ingredients have not been seen to be delicious."

As he said that, An Qisheng looked at the old man who came up with wine and food:

"Is this pig-killing dish much better than stewing bats?"

The old man was walking by himself, and when he heard the word "bat", his body suddenly stiffened. Although it was only a moment, both of them and their dogs noticed it.

An Qisheng looked as usual. The yellow dog licked his paws and looked at the food plate. Lu Wencai frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Customer, your wine and food."

The old man said a little hoarsely, placing the wine and food on the table.

Lu Wencai looked carefully. A layer of fine black hair had appeared on his palm. When he looked up, he saw that the old chef had black hair growing on his face and the shadow behind him stretched out, as if a pair of wings were spread out.

Bat spirit!

Lu Wencai's heart was shocked and was about to get up when he suddenly felt a sank on his shoulders and sat down again.

He turned his head stiffly,

In the void, a shriveled palm stretched out and slapped it on his shoulder.
Chapter completed!