"You want to learn?" Mo Qi asked, a strange expression on his face.
"Yes," the old man nodded, not trying to hide anything.
"Fine!" Mo Qi agreed in a heartbeat. "I can teach you everything I know. Whether or not your Feng Family can learn it, well, that's up to you."
The old man was stunned. He'd agreed so readily?!
According to his research, the power of Medicinal Cuisine was far greater than that of traditional Elixirs.
Furthermore, it came with all sorts of miraculous additional effects.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a Secret Technique that was never taught to outsiders.
In truth, all the Feng Family wanted was for Mo Qi to provide them with Medicinal Cuisine, not the method for making it.
But the old man, following the principle of starting high and haggling down, had just casually thrown the idea out there, following Mo Qi's lead.
He had already been prepared for rejection, never imagining that Mo Qi would simply nod and agree.
