City's Demon Bodyguard

"My internal power can help me make all these dishes very delicious. Although this internal power has no lethality and is very difficult to cultivate, it can only be used for cooking, but it is also my heirloom."

"And this internal force was passed on to my family by an old Chinese medicine doctor who was a tourist!"

Dongfangtian said something that surprised Zhang Qian.

"Old Chinese medicine?"

Zhang Qian's eyes widened. He couldn't help thinking of a man, the slovenly but powerful old man in his family.

So Zhang Qian asked, "what's the name of that old TCM doctor?"

"Name?"

Dongfangtian frowned: "I don't know the name of the old TCM doctor."

Zhang Qian thought about it and then asked, "then why did the old Chinese doctor pass on the internal mental skill to you?"

"Oh Dongfangtian nodded: "I know that."

His eyes show aftertaste: "at that time I was young, my grandfather saved an old Chinese medicine doctor outside, and then the old Chinese medicine doctor said my grandfather cooked delicious, but less flavor, so he taught my grandfather a few recipes, and taught my grandfather this internal mental skill."

"By the way, our family has always been a cook, chef, so the cooking skills are very good."

Dongfangtian explained.

"But I also forgot the name of the old TCM doctor and his characteristics, because I was young at that time."

Dongfangtian knew that Zhang Qian was very concerned about the identity of the old TCM doctor, so he tried his best to search in his mind.

"Wait! But I know the surname of this old TCM doctor! "

Dongfangtian raised his head and looked at Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian was excited at that time: "what's his last name?"

"Ding!"

Dongfang Tian said: "yes, it's Ding!"

"Ding?"

Zhang Qian finally gave up the idea: "it seems that he is not really an old man."

However, this is not something worthy of attention. Zhang Qian is just curious. Even if the old TCM doctor is really the old man before, Zhang Qian at most asks the old man to tell him about the cooking method.

But dongfangtian also said that this internal power is very difficult to practice, and it's useless. It's just an auxiliary internal power for cooking. No one should want to practice it.

"How difficult is it to cultivate this internal power skill? Why do you say it's very difficult to practice? "

At this point, Zhang Qian asked, he really has the ability to carry forward the internal power of dongfangtian and let many people practice together. In this way, his hotel will be able to expand. After all, it's only dongfangtian. No matter how rich and willing Zhang Qian is, this restaurant can only open such a restaurant. There is no other way .

As if dongfangtian didn't want to hide anything from the open air, he calmed down and said to Zhang Qian: "in fact, the cultivation of this internal power skill is very slow, and the cultivation must rely on the stove fire, which is a positive internal power, and the only way for the body to produce internal power is to rely on the stove fire."

Zhang Qian knew this very well, just as he had to remember the breath of the rising sun every morning when he practiced the pure Yang formula.

"But boss, you also know that when you come into contact with the stove, you have to cook every day. The most important thing is that after cooking, you may not be able to successfully cultivate your internal power. I'm not very clear about what's in it, because the old Chinese medicine doctor didn't tell our family. Fortunately, our family all cultivate our internal power I'm sorry, that's why I made this restaurant. "

"In fact, I have taught this internal skill to other chefs in our restaurant. After all, they can share some of it for me. We have a good relationship and are all good brothers, but they haven't learned anything for many years. They don't produce any internal power."

Dongfangtian said so.

After hearing this, Zhang Qian was also stunned. He didn't expect that this internal mental skill was so unreliable.

So Zhang Qian felt helpless. He heard dongfangtian symbolically and said whether he could teach this kind of internal mental skill. After getting dongfangtian's affirmative answer, Zhang Qian sent him away.

"When you want to teach this internal mental skill to someone, you can bring that person to let me have a look at it, and then decide. When I ask you to teach it to someone, you can also consider it, and then decide whether he can practice it after teaching it."

"Yes

Dongfangtian respectfully responded, and then left.

"It seems that my idea of promoting this restaurant needs to be put off for a while."

Zhang Qian takes a look at Qin Keke and says helplessly that he knows how difficult it is to cultivate internal skills, not to mention the unreliable internal mental skills. It can be said that the dongfangtian family can cultivate the internal mental skills, either because they are lucky or because of their genetic blood.Qin Keke was not so pessimistic as Zhang Qian. She patted Zhang Qian on the shoulder and said, "there's always a way to do everything. You can improve the dishes first. Maybe someone will practice it one day."

There is no good way to develop the hospital, so it can only be put down for the time being.

Zhang Qian and his party happily ate in the box.

Dongfangtian also came up to offer a toast, thanks Zhang Qian, and then left in a hurry. He had to cook the whole restaurant by himself, and other chefs and waiters could only do it for him.

Dongfangtian's time is very tight, very busy.

However, dongfangtian doesn't think it's bad. On the contrary, he enjoys it and thinks cooking is the real enjoyment.

"This should be one of the important reasons why dongfangtian and his family can practice that unreliable mental skill. Only when they regard cooking as the happiest thing in their life and do it wholeheartedly, can they reach the present state."

Zhang Qian watched dongfangtian disappear at the door of the figure, involuntarily some sigh.

Qin Keke swallowed the food in his mouth, took out a piece of paper, wiped cherry's mouth, and then said, "don't be so melancholy!"

Zhang Qian came back and looked at Qin Keke.

Qin Keke's eyes turned, as if in meditation. After a few seconds, he pointed the table and motioned Zhang Qian to pay attention. Then he said, "you see, because the original idea can't be achieved, so when I just ate, I thought of another way! Although we can't make your restaurant develop so fast, we can certainly make it bigger than it is now

Zhang Qian's eyes lit up at that time.

"True or false?"

"Can I lie to you?" Qin Keke asked.

"I'm not sure...".

"You want to fight!"

Qin Keke raised his hand, but Zhang Qian stopped him in mid air: "stop it, stop it, what can I do?"