Time flew by quickly. for 20 years, our protagonist was able to collect only 5 fragments of the lost ancient recipes for the restoration and cultivation of culinary dao.
During the Silk Road period, a mansucript was brought in the city of Turpan, which described the techniques of cultivating the culinary dao, raising levels by using properly prepared recipes.
This knowledge made it possible to achieve amazing results in a short time.
The third and fourth levels of the culinary Dao lost in the modern world, which allowed its owner to reach the disappeared fifth, sixth and seventh levels.
They could already travel to 2 thousand worlds. But they still did not have access to 20 thousand worlds. The realization of Tao is endless. Shir-Ali, has reached the third level. For 20 years, he has been collecting bits of knowledge about the culinary Dao. From what he learned that a unique book was kept in Turfan in the 8th century.
At the time of the fall of one of the dynasties, pages from the book were sent all over the world by nomads. The traces of the pages were lost in the 13th century and later nothing was heard about them.
Until they were once mentioned in the book of Sir Alok Kushvah. He wrote that the cooks of the Emperor Akbra the Great Moguls owned a culinary dao capable of healing almost all diseases in people.
"Well, what are you going to travel again"?
"Don't forget to bring your sovereign, cousin!" Dara was in vain, he suddenly disappeared for a year, and then returned even fatter than before.
- OK bro!
"Will you go to North India and then to China"?
-No, after I will go to Seoul and from there to Kyoto, probably.
"Found what you need"? - No! "If you decide, I can get you any information!"
- Thank you, Brother, but this is my way of knowing the way!
"It's good when you become enlightened and you understand that the easy way is the best, come I will help you find what you cannot find for a long time"!
- I understood you, brother, but I will go my own way of gaining enlightenment!
"Okay, okay, but don't forget that the price for my help will be high, this is an equal exchange"!
- I left. Shir-Ali entered the airport door and headed to the check-in counter. In the capital of the
Great Central Asian Plain, after the terrible events in Europe, the strictest checks were introduced. Therefore, guests and those who miss them could not enter the airport building, they pressed outside. Whether it's hot or cold with miniscule temperatures.
"Such stubborn, but he will come home to me anyway, his price will be high, he will be my personal home cook for a whole year! Ahahahaha"!