The strongest chef in the three worlds

Chapter 254
After driving for nearly three hours, they finally arrived at their destination.

The old drunkard lives in a very remote valley.

This place is almost on par with Chen Yan's hometown.

Even more remote than Shuimo Village.

Because there are too few residents here.

I can vaguely see four or five families, all of which are dilapidated houses.

It is hard to imagine that there is such a remote place in the countryside of Chu'an, the provincial capital city.

"This is his home?"

Looking at the dilapidated house in front of him, Chen Yan was inevitably a little shocked.

Earth tile house!
It's not that Chen Yan has never seen an earth tile house. He lived in an earth tile house when he was a child.

But in recent years, this earth tile house has almost disappeared.

He really didn't expect that the old drunkard would live in this earth-tile house.

Moreover, the walls of the tile-roofed house are cracked with finger-sized gaps everywhere, and it feels like it will collapse at any time.

Outside the earth tile house, a yard is surrounded by a bamboo fence.

"Yes." Luo Xianchao nodded and smiled, "So, now you know how much he doesn't care about money?"

"understood."

Chen Yan nodded.

People who are willing to live in this kind of place are either really poor, or they like to live here.

Obviously, the old alcoholic belongs to the latter.

Such a person is really the kind of person who doesn't care about money.

While talking, the two had already walked to the courtyard wall formed by the fence.

"Old drunkard, we can come in by ourselves."

Luo Xianchao yelled inside through the fence.

Without a response, Luo Xianchao directly opened the fence door and led Chen Yan in.

Walking to the door of the tile house, there was a burst of even snoring in my ears.

"Asleep?" Chen Yan was surprised, "You can still sleep so soundly in the broad daylight. This is really the life of an idle cloud and wild crane!"

"I'm afraid you're drunk and haven't woken up yet?"

Luo Xianchao smiled and scolded: "This old immortal, knowing that we are coming, is still lying on the bed with his body now. Isn't he just trying to intimidate us?"

Chen Yan thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Then let's wait until he wakes up."

"What are you waiting for!" Luo Xianchao waved his hand and said, "You can't help being polite to him! The more polite you are, the more he will dislike you!"

With that said, Luo Xianchao went straight to the door.

With just a light force, the door was pushed open, and it was not locked at all.

The two directly followed the snoring sound to find the old drunkard lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

The old alcoholic looked about 70 or [-] years old, and looked a little sloppy.

The furnishings in the room are also very simple. Apart from a simple bed, there is basically no other furniture in sight.

"Old drunkard, wake up!"

Luo Xianchao walked over directly and pushed the old drunkard hard.

The old drunkard slowly opened his eyes, looked at the two of them sleepily, closed his eyes again, and said in a daze, "Let me sleep a little longer..."

"Sleep ass!"

Luo Xianchao woke up the old drunkard again, and laughed and cursed: "When you die someday, I will make a coffin for you, and you lie in it and sleep slowly, no one will disturb you."

Chen Yan was surprised.

All this was said to my face.

Luo Xianchao and the old drunkard are really not polite at all!

The old alcoholic who was woken again sat up unhappy, stared at Luo Xianchao and said, "You are in a hurry, you are in a hurry to reincarnate!"

"I will definitely take you with me when I reincarnate." Luo Xianchao laughed, then pointed at Chen Yan and said, "This is Chen Yan, you can just call him Xiao Chen."

The old drunk slightly raised his eyes to look at Chen Yan, "Are you the one who wants to buy my century-old wine?"

Chen Yan nodded and smiled, "I planned to buy it, but Mr. Luo said you don't sell it, so I can only come here and ask you to give me some."

Since the old drunkard didn't like others to be polite to him, Chen Yan didn't play tricks with him anymore.

Anyway, that's the way things are, so it's just a matter of testing his tone first.

Hearing Chen Yan's words, the old drunk was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "Why should I send you off?"

Chen Yan chuckled, "You give me a bottle of century-old wine now, and I will return it to you in double amount after a while. Guaranteed, it tastes better than your century-old wine."

"Ok?"

The old drunkard looked at Chen Yan in surprise, "You want to make wine with century-old wine?"

Chen Yan smiled and nodded.

Sure enough, he was worthy of the title of old drunkard, so he guessed his purpose right away.

"Do you understand wine?" the old drunkard asked with a frown.

"I don't know wine, but I know how to make wine." Chen Yan smiled.

The old drunkard pursed his lips and snorted softly, "You don't even understand wine, can you brew better wine than a hundred-year-old wine?"

"It doesn't seem like a conflict, does it?"

Chen Yan spread his hands and said with a smile: "I don't understand women either, but I also have a girlfriend?"

"It seems...that makes sense." The old drunkard nodded slightly, "But I still won't give you wine."

Depend on!
Does this old man believe that he can brew wine that tastes better than a hundred-year-old wine?
Or, simply do not want to send yourself?
After thinking for a while, Chen Yan asked the old alcoholic again: "How can you give me a hundred-year-old wine?"

"If you don't give it away, you won't give it away, no matter what." The old drunkard shook his head with a stubborn expression.

"Will you die if you give Xiao Chen some century-old wine?"

Luo Xian looked at the old drunkard angrily, "Xiao Chen has already said that when the time comes, I will pay you back twice. Why are you so stubborn? Let me tell you, Xiao Chen is a strange person. Since he said that he can brew wine that is more expensive than your hundred-year-old wine." Delicious wine, it will definitely work! Don’t believe me.”

Luo Xianchao didn't know whether Chen Yan knew how to make wine.

But after seeing Chen Yan's magic, he chose to believe in Chen Yan without thinking.

"Even if he can brew it, I won't give it away."

The old drunkard looked at the two stubbornly, waved his hand and said, "I still have to sleep, so I won't see you off, please go ahead."

This is an obvious eviction order.

"We came all the way here, and you didn't even treat us to a meal, so you drove us away?" Luo Xianchao said angrily, "I tell you, even if you don't bring wine to Xiao Chen today, we still have to drink." Order your hundred-year-old wine! I have never tasted a hundred-year-old wine in my life, if you can't drink this wine, don't try to drive us away!"

"You're playing a rascal with me, aren't you?" the old drunkard said angrily.

"Yes! I'm going to be a rascal!" Luo Xian said without blushing.

"Okay, I'll let you drink! Let you drink as much as you want!"

The old drunkard stood up, curled his lips and said, "As long as you are tall, two drinks will knock you down."

Luo Xianchao snorted disapprovingly.

You know your own drinking capacity best.

It's not that easy to overwhelm yourself with just two cups!
It's okay even if you are really knocked down, if you drink two more drinks, this old alcoholic will drink two less drinks!

Hearing what the two said, Chen Yan's mouth suddenly turned up, "Since we want to drink, let me get some appetizers!"

"Can you still cook?" The old drunkard asked jokingly.

"Of course." Chen Yan nodded and smiled.

Let the old drunkard try his own craft, maybe there will be a turning point for this matter.

"You're old, just have fun!" Luo Xianchao glared at the old drunkard and said, "If you can eat something made by Xiao Chen, it's worth your time in this world!"

(End of this chapter)