Lovely wife, my husband is not human

Chapter 84 The God of Cooking’s Best Friend Comes to the Door

Ming Guang picked up a silver spoon, looked at it casually, then threw the spoon into the pot of Buddha jumping over the wall, and said, "I'm afraid it's for you."

"Me?" Sumile was very confused.

"If there is no problem with the chef and there is no problem with the cooking process, then the problem lies in that pot." Ming Guang brought Sumile to the kitchen.

The kitchen here is very comprehensive, with dozens of pots alone.

Among the dazzling array of kitchen utensils, Ming Guang saw the clues at a glance and walked straight to an iron pot and stood there.

At first glance, there was nothing special about this pot, but when Sumile touched the wooden handle of the iron pot out of curiosity, an electric shock-like effect occurred, and her hand was forcefully bounced away!
"What's going on?" Sumile thought it was her imagination and tried to hold the handle of the pot again, but this time before she could touch it, the iron pot spun in circles on the stove.

Ming Guang was not as patient as Su Mi Le. He lightly gestured with his index finger in the air, and all the pots and pans around him rose into the air and pelted at the disobedient iron pot.

"Ouch!"

"Am I hallucinating? Did this iron pot talk?" Sumile pointed to the iron pot that was hit by pots and pans.

The pot was finally honest, but the pot kept shaking, like a child crying with grievance and shaking shoulders.

Sumile picked up all the kitchen utensils that had fallen into the iron pot. The iron pot was still shaking, feeling aggrieved and angry.

"What's wrong with you? Look carefully, the person standing in front of you is no longer the goddess she was before." Ming Guang had a sullen face, don't blame him for his ruthless attitude if he makes trouble again.

"But she looks exactly like Li Chu!"

This time Sumile could hear it clearly. The sound was indeed coming from the iron pot. The tone was 30% like an innocent girl and 70% like a shrewish woman.

"I don't know why you want to play pranks on our dishes, but it feels like you have a problem with me." Sumile felt an unfriendly atmosphere from the series of reactions to the iron pot just now.

The iron pot rolled over from the stove, fell to the ground and transformed into a jade-faced young lady wearing a kitchen weight and an apron.

The jade-faced young lady put her hands on her hips and spread her legs like compasses. She pointed at Sumile and cursed:
"Li Chu! You heartless little white-eyed wolf! You clearly promised that if you get married, you will definitely invite me to be the chef! But what happened? You invited this group of human world wastes and didn't invite me. You promised to be your forever Where is my good sister? She said she was the best cook in the world. It’s all a lie! She disappeared after so many years. She got married and held a banquet when she was born. Why don’t you invite me to the banquet? You cook so much delicious food on weekdays, you eat it up and turn your back on me, don’t you?”

Faced with the scolding, Sumile wiped away cold sweat. She was labeled as a white-eyed wolf and ungrateful for no reason. She was really aggrieved, so she explained:

"The Li Chu you mentioned, many people have mistaken me for her. I don't know much about my past and present life, but I am me and she is her. I have no memory of what she did. You If you can attend our wedding, of course I would welcome you. Is it still too late for me to invite you?" The jade-faced young lady released her hand from her waist. She was not being unreasonable, but she was angry. The girl in front of her was Li Chu, but what she said just now didn't seem to be false. Seeing that the other party gave her a step, she also stepped down. Nunu said: "That's all, my name is Momo."

"Hello Momo, my name is Sumile, you can call me Susu. I'm glad you can come to my wedding!" Sumile smiled brightly and stretched out his hand towards Momo.

"That's pretty much it." Momo wiped her hands on her apron casually, then held it, "The food I cook is the best in the world. Even the late God Lord was full of praises after eating it. I'll tell you, if you don't have amnesia, Otherwise, how could you not let me come to this wedding banquet?"

Ming Guang who was standing by suddenly said venomously: "Momo, haha. The dishes you cook are really as good as their name suggests, making people foam at the mouth."

"Smelly Demon Lord, don't think that I'm afraid of you. If it weren't for Li Chu and Oh Bu Su Su's sake, I would have made you walk around without food!" Momo returned to the cursing posture with her hands on her hips and looked at her. Zhu Mingguang said angrily, "If you dare to be disrespectful to the God of Cooking, I will make you eat chaffy vegetables for the rest of your life!"

"Oh, really?" Ming Guang disagreed, "It's a pity that I don't like eating vegetables. I only like drinking blood, especially the blood of certain gods with low magic power, which is the best to quench my thirst."

Momo pressed the big bumps on her head that had just been smashed out, and sneaked behind Sumile: "I am your wife's close friend, how dare you!"

Su Mi Le also quickly protected her behind him and said with a smile: "Hahaha, since it is a misunderstanding, please explain it clearly. Originally, I was worried that the wedding banquet dishes would be too ordinary. Now that Momo, the god of cooking, is here, I guess it will be better." It’s not a problem for all the people to come out to the banquet.”

"Of course, leave it to me! I guarantee that the wedding guests will eat food they will never forget!" Momo was very confident.

"Just don't mess it up for me." Ming Guang didn't want people from the God Realm to get involved, but the God of Cooking, Momo, recklessly made this happen and made Sumile so happy, so he could only I just follow my wife’s wishes.

Ever since she was a child, Sumile has been accustomed to spending her time and energy on study and work. She doesn't like ineffective social interactions and has few close friends.

Yan Bing is like a sister, with a sensitive and cautious personality. Some jokes must be told to Yan Bing carefully, otherwise she is afraid that she will think too much, so Momo's appearance made Sumile's eyes light up.

Although Momo is said to be a god of cooking, she has no airs of a god at all. She works and cooks with great enthusiasm, enthusiasm and informality.

She is like a ball of fire, with enough energy to ignite everything around her. Wherever she is, it will be lively.

Momo didn't mind that her former best friend had changed her identity and had no divine book or memory. It didn't affect her joy for Su Mi Le. She wanted to share all the delicious food she cooked with her. Su Su's Just saying "delicious" will make Momo swing the spatula and make it smoke.

Just when Sumile was immersed in the food empire created by Momo and couldn't extricate herself, Momo whispered in Sumile's ear: "Why do you like the Demon King? He is so scary." She asked carefully, ensuring her volume. It will not be heard by the dark light in the distance, "Don't the First God Lord also like you? The Cang Yan Shen Lord Feng Shen is handsome and bright, you should choose him, you are confused!"

Sumile was so satisfied with his meal that he replied without thinking deeply: "I don't know about Cang Yan, but Ming Guang is actually not as cold and terrifying as you see on the surface. Ming Guang is very good to me."

Momo looked distressed to see her stupid girl being deceived by Huang Mao: "Oh, he can only use this trick to deceive a little girl like you who has no love experience."