Xia Yu and Zhu Qing found a seat at will to sit down.

Seeing Xia Yu quietly enjoying Li Han's Chinese fried noodles, Zhu Qing smiled like a cunning fox and asked deliberately: "Are you not tempted by being in the Qilin Pavilion?"

"Who doesn't want to be remembered in future generations?"

Xia Yu rolled his eyes, "In the past century, only eleven seniors have won such achievements. I haven't expanded to the point that I thought I would definitely satisfy the appetite of those old monsters by taking action. I got at least 90% of the Kirin coins, which was famous in the world."

"oops!"

Zhu Qing looked at him with his chin jokingly, "With your personality of making trouble, I don't believe you are not ready to move."

As she said that, she suddenly restrained her smile and looked slightly solemn, "Li Han's explanation to Qilin Pavilion did not exaggerate it. On the contrary, he deliberately downplayed it. Do you know what it means to successfully climb to Qilin Pavilion in this world?"

Xia Yu met Zhu Qing's eyes with flames, and his heart shook.

"Qilin son!"

Zhu Qing spit out a cool noun.

"This is the nickname and title of the contemporary famous chef who entered Qilin Pavilion."

She raised her hand and pointed to the four walls of the lobby on the top floor.

As the lights faded, a total of eleven portraits of characters were hung on the wall. At this time, more and more passengers gathered on the top floor. There were a group of black-robed men staying in front of each portrait, as if they were remembering the style of their predecessors.

However, strangely, Xia Yu discovered that there seemed to be some taboo force field near the eleventh portrait. The passengers in the black robe also subconsciously accelerated their pace.

Not to mention standing people, depending on the situation, I am afraid of stopping for an extra second.

Xia Yu looked at the portraits in the lights.

"A Yu——"

When Zhu Qing saw him suddenly get up and leave the table, he couldn't help but shout, but the next moment, he found that Xia Yu was walking towards the eleventh portrait of the character on the wall, his pupils tightened and he couldn't speak.

A column is provided next to the portrait painting.

The eleventh Kirinzi is a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and majestic eyebrows. Just looking at the portrait gives people a strong sense of oppression.

The character introduction word reads:

"Chen Dingbang, 1970-2007, the eleventh Qilinzi, the most talented genius in the 1980s and 1990s, the cooking skills are the best in the same generation, and the founder of the "food domineering" system in the Chinese world..."

The founder of the food dominance system!

Seeing this, Xia Yu said in a frightened voice: "I roughly know who he is."

"Who is it?"

There was a sudden voice behind it.

“…”

Xia Yu's heartbeat slowed down a little, and he turned his head to look at the man in black who had stopped behind him at some point. His eyebrows were twitching: "Don't you know how scared people can be?"

The man in black robe stood with his hands behind his back.

He was about 1.8 meters tall, but his wide robe was difficult to cover his burly body.

Because he looked up at the portrait of the eleventh Kirin son, the hood was slightly pulled up, revealing half of his face.

The beard was cleanly maintained, but some of the remaining stubble had been dyed with the frosty whiteness of time. With those strange eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the hearts, Xia Yu muttered secretly, which old monster is this?

"Chen Dingbang!"

The old man suddenly spit out the name of Qilinzi, and the corners of his lips, which had no expression, had a hint of coldness that was not easy to detect.

He seems to be sarcastic?

Xia Yu's heart was shocked, "Damn a Qilin son?"

Obviously, he noticed Xia Yu's gaze, and the old man suddenly turned his head and stared at him. Xia Yu and his eyes looked at each other at close range, and they instantly became empty. They glanced at other places and dared not look directly at them anymore.

"The heart is higher than the sky, and the life is thinner than paper!"

The old man said lightly: "Every generation of Qilinzi has the potential to be a chef god. This Chen Dingbang has destroyed his future and is not to be cherished!"

After saying that, he left with his hands behind his back.

call!

I felt that the aura in the dark disappeared. Xia Yu came to his senses and found that his spine was covered with cold sweat. "Even Mr. Sensaemon is not as powerful as that, right?"

"A Yu!"

Zhu Qing called him and wondered the old man who was looking away, "Who is that?"

"An old monster whose heart is higher than the sky and whose life is thinner than paper." Xia Yu raised his hand and pointed to the portrait.

...

Soon after.

Yan Qi is in the "blue and mist".

The leader of the dark world received the old man who had just passed away from Qilin Pavilion and took the initiative to make tea and pour water.

Before the case, the old man had already taken off his hood and was drinking tea silently. Yan Qi sat opposite him, and he also remained silent.

Dongdong!

Someone knocked on the room door.

Yan Qi heard the sound and looked at the old man with an inquiry.

"Come in--"

But the old man spoke.

Click, the door of the room was opened, and a young man with a high spirit opened the bamboo curtain and came in, stopped a few far away from the desk, bowed respectfully, and shouted: "Mr. Yan, respect your teacher!"

Yan Qi looked at the young man with a good look, and his eyes showed a strange look.

The old man said lightly: "Flying Zhou, since Mr. Wei and the others have decided to grant you a scattered recipe, and you have read the recipe, I will no longer stop anything."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feizhou, who was nervous all the way, bowed to the ground and said in surprise: "Thank you, Master!"

"but!"

Change your speech.

Ye Feizhou stood up quickly.

"With your half-baked food meaning, the recipe can be restored as much as you want, and there is no need to force it. I only have one requirement, to be good at fighting style, to lose, not shameful, and face, so that I will not be defeated by the top five-show crowns that have been pressed on you for several years."

The old man looked at his beloved disciple and said slowly.

Ye Feizhou was shocked when he heard this.

Isn't it ugly to lose?

Are you sure that he, the top five show, will lose?

How is that possible!

"Respect your teacher, I won't lose!" His blood was so aroused that he was about to flow back, his head was about to explode, and his voice suddenly rose, "I will prove that I am qualified to wear the crown of the top names all the time!"

"Is that true?"

The old man's eyes flashed, "You go back."

Ye Feizhou clenched his fists tightly, and he stepped back to the bamboo curtain step by step.

"By the way!"

It seemed that on a whim, the old man spoke again, "Flying Zhou, have you ever intended to attack the contemporary "Kirinzi"?"

Kirin son!

Ye Feizhou's face was shocked and he subconsciously replied: "Never happened!"

"That's how it is."

The old man showed a hint of disappointment in his tone, and waved to Ye Feizhou, "Get back."

Ye Feizhou closed the door and stood in the corridor of the cabin of the Loulin ship.

His face changed and was quite wonderful.

"What does respect for the teacher mean? Does he want me to climb to the Qilin Pavilion and become the twelfth "Qilin Son" throughout history? Am I really okay? No, now I will definitely not be able to fill the appetites of those old monsters. If not, it is not the time..." Ye Feizhou lowered his head.

Ye Feizhou is confident to defend the honor of the younger generation of kings.

However, Ye Feizhou couldn't get rid of the burden of Wuxiu's first name, took out the cooking works, and insulted the old monsters wantonly.

At least in terms of shame, Ye Feizhou is far inferior to Li Han.

Inside the house.

Yan Qi and the old man continued to taste tea.

After drinking more cups of hot tea in a row, the old man suddenly said to Yan Qi: "Did you say nothing to me?"

"Flag..."
To be continued...