A Bite of Douluo Continent

Didn't Fuya say that?

She couldn't help but glance at Fuya on the other side. Fuya realized the meaning behind Yu Lianxin's gaze and quickly gave her an innocent look.

I said it, really.

Did Fuya and Qi Han already talk about it?

Upon understanding Fuya's meaning, Yu Lianxin's heart trembled.

Since Fuya said so…

She couldn't help but sigh softly.

What a jerk!

That jerk did it on purpose!

Yu Qinghong subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and when he saw the figure carrying the dishes, he immediately stood up. "Master, you are too kind. Why did you have to carry the dishes yourself? Let me do it."

Without saying a word, he took the dishes from Qi Han's hands and placed them on the table.

Qi Han's expression suddenly became quite interesting.

What the hell?

Why is the father of the girl I like so attentive when I serve him a dish?

and also…

What kind of master is this? He's not even surnamed Yu...

"Um... Uncle, why do you call me Master?" Qi Han's face showed a mix of amusement and exasperation. "This junior cannot bear such a title."

“No, no, no, I am the junior.” Yu Qinghong shook his head without hesitation. “The accomplished are the teachers. Although you are young, Master, your culinary skills are so profound, and you are willing to teach cooking publicly. You should be called a culinary master.”

So that's what kind of master he was.

After a moment of astonishment, Qi Han seemed to understand something.

He had chatted with Yu Lianxin once before, and Yu Lianxin casually mentioned that her family also owned a restaurant.

Therefore, Yu Lianxin's father must have been a chef.

And I went to the open cooking class that the Food Association had notified me of in advance yesterday afternoon... Judging by the timing, the news must have spread through the Food Association's channels.

So, Yu Lianxin's father came to Shrek City to learn cooking from her?

Having figured out the crux of the matter, Qi Han's expression became even more interesting.

What kind of situation is this?

Are there any people who have their future father-in-law call them "Master"?

and also…

Thinking about my public cooking class in a little over ten days, with my future father-in-law possibly learning alongside me...

Is it too late to back out now?

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Chapter 559 Douluo's Good Father-in-Law

The public cooking classes have already been decided and the Food Association has begun promoting them, so there's no going back on it now.

Of course, Qi Han couldn't possibly allow Yu Lianxin's father to call him "senior"...

What's this, a super seniority upgrade?

He secretly glanced at Yu Lianxin, who was deliberately turning her head away from him, and quickly came up with an idea.

Qi Han smiled more. "Uncle, you're too kind. I just hope that more food lovers can learn my recipes. After all, my energy is limited, and I can't possibly let everyone eat them."

Seeing the approving and appreciative expression on Yu Qinghong's face, Qi Han was overjoyed.

Future father-in-law's favorability +1.

"I really don't dare accept the title of 'Master'," Qi Han said with a modest smile. "Besides, Yu Lianxin comes to the restaurant every day, and we've always treated each other as friends. Wouldn't you be confusing our seniority?"

"Oh? Is that so?" Yu Qinghong looked surprised and turned to look at Yu Lianxin with a questioning gaze.

Hearing that Qi Han hadn't said anything inappropriate, Yu Lianxin breathed a slight sigh of relief. Feeling her father's gaze, she nodded reservedly, "We got to know each other after eating together so many times."

“I understand.” Yu Qinghong smiled more. He didn’t expect that his daughter knew such a master chef before. He hesitated for a moment and looked at Qi Han, “Then I’ll take the liberty of calling you Boss Qi like the other diners.”

Qi Han was both amused and exasperated. "Uncle, just call me Xiao Qi."

"That won't do." Yu Qinghong shook his head abruptly. "Alright, we can't keep Boss Qi waiting. You should go ahead and get back to work."

With Yu Qinghong standing nearby, Qi Han, who hadn't planned to talk to Yu Lianxin as usual, secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. "Then, Uncle, please enjoy your meal."

After saying that, he glanced at Yu Lianxin, met her gaze which was filled with shame and indignation, gave an awkward smile, and turned to leave.

This place is no place to stay any longer, let's run!

...

After Qi Han left, Yu Qinghong turned to look at Yu Lianxin curiously, "Xin'er, why didn't you tell me earlier that you and Boss Qi are friends?"

"No..." Yu Lianxin's mind was still filled with the dream of Qiankun Wenqing Valley, and she said something she didn't mean, "We're not that close, we just exchanged a few words occasionally during meals, so I didn't say anything just now..."

"I see." Yu Qinghong nodded, quickly putting the matter out of his mind.

The long-awaited dishes cooked by Qi Han were finally served. If we didn't eat them now, when would we?

Yu Qinghong had already roughly figured out how to use the chopsticks used for the Cold Food Festival while flipping through the menu. Now, he easily picked up a piece of fish from the large plate of chopped chili fish head in front of him, and his face showed a bit of amazement. "These chopsticks are really something. They can be made from wood or bamboo, and they are so convenient to use."

“That’s right.” The bearded man laughed heartily. “I noticed the ingenuity of these chopsticks when I came here last time. Unfortunately, my shop sells barbecue, so I don’t need this kind of tableware. I didn’t have anyone make them because I was worried that they wouldn’t be popular after being introduced.”

"These chopsticks can pick up small foods that a fork can't reach, and you don't have to worry about them slipping." The tall, thin middle-aged man picked up a piece of Kung Pao chicken with the chopsticks, and seeing the glistening chicken held firmly without falling, he looked on with a hint of amazement. "It's really convenient."

“When we go back this time, we can use these chopsticks in our shops in Lingluo City,” Yu Qinghong said with a smile. “I’ll definitely be using them in my shop anyway.”

After using it for a short while, he realized the advantages of this new tableware.

He had even come up with ideas on which dishes in his restaurant would be best served in this tableware.

"Enough talk, let's try the dishes." After saying that, Yu Qinghong put the fish on his chopsticks into his mouth without hesitation.

Fresh and spicy.

The moment Yu Qinghong took a bite of the chopped chili fish head, his eyes widened immediately.

He had already tasted the braised dishes of Hanshi Juewei before, but even so, he still underestimated the deliciousness of Qi Han's cooking.

Braised dishes are, after all, different from regular dishes.

The freshness and juiciness of the fish itself quietly blossomed in his mouth. The fish, without any fishy smell, slowly blended with the specially made chopped chili peppers. The wonderful taste amazed Yu Qinghong.

He had never tasted such a dish before, and it was even more difficult to replicate.

So this is Qi Han's strength?

Yu Qinghong felt a surge of joy, thinking that he would soon be able to learn from a culinary master with such skills, and he immediately became happy.

But then again...

Yu Qinghong secretly glanced at Yu Lianxin, who was slowly eating squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

It would be great if Xin'er and Boss Qi could be together.

His daughter was already in her twenties. As her father, he had no particular interest in cultivating his soul power, but he had long been concerned about her marriage.

The son in the family was unwilling to inherit his cooking skills, and although the daughter was very interested in cooking, it would be a waste of her talent to learn cooking.

As a result, he had no one to teach him his craft.

If my daughter could be with Mr. Qi, it would be a good match. After all, they are about the same age, and Mr. Qi is also very handsome. The fact that he is willing to teach publicly shows that Mr. Qi is a very good person.

Yu Qinghong's criteria for a son-in-law do not include ability.

All talk about high or low soul power and strength is meaningless. My daughter is already considered a strong soul master. There is no one in the entire Lingluo City who has reached the eighth ring of a Soul Douluo. In Yu Qinghong's eyes, such strength is already extremely powerful. Not to mention that my daughter is so young. It is almost a certainty that she will become a legendary figure like a Title Douluo in the future.

Since our daughter is already so capable, is it necessary to find her a powerful son-in-law as well?

For Yu Qinghong, who was not a Soul Master, he felt it was unnecessary.

Therefore, what he cares more about is whether his son-in-law can treat his daughter well and take good care of her. Ideally, he should also be a good cook, since his daughter has loved all kinds of delicious food since she was a child and her appetite has been spoiled by him.

Qi Han does fit his criteria for choosing a son-in-law.

Of course, this was just a thought in Yu Qinghong's mind; he would not force his daughter to get married.

What matters most is that my child likes it.

To be honest, it's hard to say whether Xin'er will fall for Boss Qi.

After all, Xin'er is a genius among soul masters and has seen countless outstanding talents. Although Boss Qi is handsome, he is just a chef.

Judging from her lukewarm attitude towards Qi Han, it seems that her daughter doesn't have the same idea either.

Since we'll be staying in Shrek City for a few more days, we might as well visit Xin'er's teacher. He took Xin'er as his apprentice when she was young and has spent just as much time with her as I, her father, have. He understands Xin'er well and might be able to help her with important matters in her life.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore.

Yu Qinghong silently suppressed this thought, picked up another piece of fish and put it in his mouth, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

He felt the trip was worthwhile just from the delicious food he had never tasted before.

...

Gu Yudu said that the more a father-in-law looks at his son-in-law, the more uncomfortable he feels.

So Qi Han, who was busy cooking in the kitchen, had no idea that Yu Lianxin's father had such thoughts.

If he really found out, he would at least offer his future father-in-law a few drinks.

Douluo's father-in-law is indeed a good one.

Dinner hours passed quickly, and after enjoying the various dishes of Hanshi Festival, Yu Qinghong and the others did not linger.