The voice was a mont away in the distance.
The next second, it seed to be right beside him.
Ding Ling looked toward the sound and saw an elderly man not far away on the ancient mountain path, his face glowing, his eyes fixed brightly on the roasted deer leg and dishes Ding Ling had made.
He kept shouting, ’So fragrant, so aromatic!’
He walked very quickly.
Close enough.
Seeing more clearly now.
He had a long square face, a short beard beneath his chin, large coarse hands and feet, and his clothes were covered in patches but very neat, without a speck of dirt.
He held a green jade-like staff in his hand and carried a large vermilion lacquered gourd on his back.
Full of righteous qi.
Clearly soone extraordinary.
Especially when Ding Ling noticed he only had nine fingers, his heart couldn’t help but skip a beat, and a na suddenly surfaced in his mind: ’Nine-fingered Divine Beggar Hong Qigong!’
’Could this be the Northern Beggar, one of the Five Extres in the world?’
Ding Ling glanced at the old man casually and stopped looking.
This man was extraordinary in deanor, had nine fingers, and held an extraordinary bamboo staff; if Ding Ling couldn’t guess who he was, then he wouldn’t be a true player.
"Young man."
The old man ca up to Ding Ling, although he was speaking to Ding Ling, his eyes were glued to the deer leg and dishes, obviously captivated by the food in his eyes, his heart:
"Could you let this old beggar taste this delicious food?!"
After speaking, he finally looked at Ding Ling and Little Dragon Girl, saying eagerly:
"Just a little bit."
"Ding Ling."
Being stared at by the old man, Little Dragon Girl blushed slightly, a bit embarrassed as she said:
"Why not give him so? We’ve made so much."
After suggesting that, feeling it might not be appropriate, she added: "I can eat a little less later."
She was inherently kind.
Always considerate of Ding Ling.
Naturally, Ding Ling couldn’t criticize her over a few dishes and besides, if it were Hong Qigong, he planned to use these dishes to tempt him.
Find a way for him to pass on his supre skill.
Thinking this way, Ding Ling nodded, took out a short knife, cut a big piece of deer leg, picked up a plate of stir-fried pork, and gave the old man a pair of chopsticks, saying:
"Here."
"Generous!"
The old man was stunned for a mont, then gave Ding Ling and Little Dragon Girl a thumbs-up:
"You both are truly kind to let an old beggar eat such delicious food."
Ding Ling smiled without speaking.
Little Dragon Girl also smiled and said nothing.
Ding Ling and Little Dragon Girl continued to eat.
The old man mimicked them, sitting cross-legged on the grass; he began with so pork, and as he ate, he found it a refreshing taste with endless aftertaste.
Unable to resist quickly picking up food to eat.
The more he ate, the lingering fragrance intensified, mouth-watering!
Toward the end, he couldn’t stop his chopsticks, eating rapidly, almost swallowing his tongue.
"Delicious, delicious."
Finishing the pork, eating the deer leg with excitent, nearly moved to tears:
"Too good. This old beggar feels as if he’s wasted the first half of his life!"
He’s a gourt.
Like a traveler, seeing the most beautiful scenery in the world, emotional tears welled up in his eyes.
Just as emotional now.
Purely unable to suppress his surging, excited emotions within.
"Why didn’t I et you two young people earlier? If I had encountered you sooner, my life wouldn’t have been so empty."
He sighed, his eyes still fixed on Ding Ling’s other dishes.
Little Dragon Girl was taken aback.
Ding Ling, however, handed him another bowl of food and cut another big piece of deer leg.
"How could I accept this?!"
The old man blushed slightly, said so, but truly couldn’t resist in front of such fine food;
"Young man, then I won’t stand on ceremony."
Before his words fallen.
He already started eating again, speaking unclearly as he ate:
"Perfect in color and taste, rich but not greasy, countless tis tastier than the delicacies I’ve had before. What even Immortal Gods in heaven eat must be like this."
Little Dragon Girl watched and listened beside him, unable to help feeling proud.
This was her husband’s cooking!
"Who made it?"
The old man asked.
Little Dragon Girl imdiately replied:
"My husband did."
Her face alight with blush, she said proudly:
"Regardless of the dish, at or vegetable, he’s excellent, making them irresistible. Since I started eating my husband’s cooking, I can’t stomach anyone else’s dishes."
Her testimonial prompted the old man’s heart to surge, and he couldn’t help but saying:
"Oh?! Even vegetable dishes are this good?!"
"Naturally."
Little Dragon Girl’s voice was as clear as a mountain spring flowing through dense forest, quite pleasing:
"This cannot be faked."
"Makes sense."
The old man’s eyes burned with anticipation, heart scorching, hoping:
"Young man, can you teach ..."
He was uncertain how to express it.
Ding Ling said, "Speak plainly."
Seeing Ding Ling’s forthrightness, the old man steeled himself and uttered: "Will you teach your culinary supre skills?"
"Sure."
"Really?!"
The old man initially couldn’t believe it, but after confirming multiple tis, he was elated, laughing heartily toward the sky:
"Hahaha, this old beggar will have a feast for the rest of his days."
Ding Ling smiled.
After the three were full, they went hunting again.
Then Ding Ling began teaching the old man his supre skill.
The old man had an extraordinary talent, learning quickly.
After just a short session.
He gained a basic understanding of grilling.
But still struggled with the essence.
Ding Ling’s Full Level Chef God skill captured the culinary essence of the real world, Three Kingdoms World, and The Smiling, Proud Wanderer World.
It could definitely be said.
His culinary skill was top-notch.
Guiding, teaching the old man was naturally nothing difficult.
But mastering it in short order was absolutely impossible.
The old man suddenly slapped his thigh, rembering an urgent matter and said:
"Oh no! I forgot the Five Uglies of Tibet!"
"What’s wrong?"
Ding Ling glanced sideways.
The old man had spent several hours with Ding Ling, perceiving Ding Ling’s generosity, goodness, and kindness, his recognition had risen to the highest level.
Not long ago.
Ding Ling heard a notification sound.
[Received E-level Achievent dal: You have gained high recognition from Nine-fingered Divine Beggar Hong Qigong.]
[Note: Hong Qigong was extraordinarily chivalrous but exceedingly greedy. He tasted countless delicacies across Great River, the Jiangnan, and Tibetan Border. He tired of familiar foods and made unheard-of dishes himself.
His research, passion for cuisine is deep-rooted.
And you conquered him with your Full Level Chef God skill!
Your character, amiable attitude, also earned his preliminary recognition!
Little Dragon Girl’s innocence and kindness further convinced him of your goodness. Otherwise, how could you have such a virtuous, pure-hearted wife?
Little Dragon Girl’s disposition and character elevated his recognition of you further.
Your unselfish teaching of supre skills moved him deeply! His comndation, admiration reached the utmost!]
Hearing this notification.
Ding Ling knew it was ti.
Seeing Hong Qigong ntion the Five Uglies of Tibet, Ding Ling seized the opportunity, saying:
"Sir, if you have urgent matters, you can leave at once. If destiny allows, I will surely pass onto you the supre skill of crafting vegetarian dishes."
"This..."
Hong Qigong felt quite embarrassed, couldn’t resist asking:
"Young man, what reward do you want?"
"Reward?"
Ding Ling glanced at Little Dragon Girl.
Little Dragon Girl hesitated, then understood, imdiately said:
"If sir has any supre skill, could you teach it to my husband? He’s obsessed with Martial Dao, can learn anything quickly and with proficiency.
He is indeed a rare teacher. If sir could guide him a little, that would be excellent."
Little Dragon Girl truly offered a divine help again.
Ding Ling secretly praised Little Dragon Girl, thinking it was right to teach her these things over ti. Now, they’re imdiately useful.
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