"Tomorrow. I'll go over tomorrow." Chef Xie said.
"Do you need any ingredients?"
"No need. We can just use local materials."
"By the way, do you have any disciples? Can you bring them along?"
Chef Xie was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly. "I've had three disciples in my life, with the eldest disciple being my son. He's gone.
"My second disciple was separated from me when we fled from famine, and there had been no news of him so far.
"My youngest disciple, who was also my most intelligent disciple, had lost his sense of taste because of someone else. Now, he's no different from a cripple in cooking."
"He lost his sense of taste?" Qi Lin was stunned for a moment and felt a little disappointed. Then, he thought of something and asked, "But his cutting skills and plating skills should be fine, no?"
"You mean…"
