Ghostly Tomb

Chapter 1737 Bastard's Bastard

"Are you the cooking god?"

After Chen Zhi said this, his first reaction was to look at the aura of this descendant of God again.

This is indeed the aura of a demigod.

But to be honest, it really has nothing to do with the gods.

This aura is more like that of a human being, except for some small details, it is no different from ordinary people, not even a demigod like Wu Jia.

According to Chen Zhi's estimate, the person in front of him is a typical last branch of the demigod, with a certain amount of nerve blood, but it has been passed down to him for an unknown number of generations, and the amount of divine blood is very meager.

It is impossible for a long-lived ancient god like Cooking God to have such an aura...

And judging from the structure of the aura, this person's lifespan is about the same as that of ordinary humans.

He is only in his thirties this year. Although he has a lot of body fat and is slightly fat, he still suffers from short-term malnutrition. It seems that he really doesn't eat much these days.

"You are not a god,"
Chen Zhi looked at the middle-aged greasy man and said,

"You are a demigod!
And a very small demigod.

Your divine blood is very small, and when it was passed down to your generation, it has basically merged with human beings, and it is already very similar to human beings!

If I'm not wrong, you should have no ability, right? "

"The patriarch's eyes~~",
This greasy middle-aged man was not afraid of Chen Zhi. After sitting firmly on the stool, he straightened his invisible neck, took out his gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket, and put them on.
"It's a pleasure to meet you! My name is Liu Baobao, and my official occupation is a gourmet~~
Later, I also evaluated a few small restaurants, wrote papers that were read for a few days, and wrote some recipes. I have some reputation in the industry!

I am a descendant of gods, but my parents were considered ordinary people when they were alive.

But when my mother was dying, she told me that our family is a descendant of gods, and our ancestors have the blood of gods!And it's still a very old ancient god.

My mother told me that as long as I know about it, I must not tell it.

It is said that although more than 5000 years have passed, the current demigod world still depends on Xiqi's face, saying that our ancestors of the gods had committed conflicts with Xiqi, and did not communicate with Xiqi people until death.

Especially Jiang Ziya, who is considered his half-enemy.

My mother said that we are the last branch of the bastards, and we don't even know the name of the old ancestor. There is no need to cause hatred for these ancestors who cannot be photographed. It is better not to mention it.

So for so many years, I have never mentioned my bloodline.

Even in front of those demigods, I didn't say anything, no one knows what my origin is! "

"In that case! Why are you arguing about your identity now?",
Chen Zhi asked,

"Are you here for my reward?"

"The patriarch really underestimated me!", the middle-aged man patted his clothes, leaned on the table solemnly, with a proud face,

"I'm not talented, but I can be regarded as a decent person in human society. I have sold some recipe books and accumulated some money over the years!

Xiao En Xiaohui, I really don't like it!

As for conferring gods, that is a matter for the world of gods.

My humble status is humble, so it is definitely not my turn to confer the gods, I neither dare to think about it, nor do I think much about it, this is the truth~~"

"Then what is your purpose?" Chen Zhi continued to ask, "What can you do for me?"

"Hi!

What's the rush of the patriarch?" The middle-aged man answered unhurriedly,

"It all starts with my immortal ancestor.

That old ancestor is too far away from the present, and I don't know how it has been passed down from generation to generation!
But I know that that bloodline was amazing in ancient times, it is older than the gods we know now!
According to my mother, it is an ancient god who has existed since the beginning of the world. He does not like to attack and fight, but prefers the desire to eat.

He is in charge of the world's food and fire, cooks and sacrifices, and raises the world's people. He is what ordinary people call the God of Cookery!

That is, the God of Cooking that the patriarch has been looking for! "

"After cooking God?",
Chen Zhi nodded lightly when he heard this,
"You claim to be the Queen of Cooking God, do you have any evidence?

You must know that many descendants of the gods have inherited the ability in the blood, which is the strongest evidence. "

"evidence?",
The man had a greasy smile on his face, as if he heard something extremely ridiculous,
"Just this broken bloodline has brought me endless troubles, and it's not a good thing, so can I still pretend to be successful?
Besides, in the circle of demigods, concubines are the most talked about, a concubine of a concubine's concubine, a concubine of a concubine like me, doesn't even have the qualifications to climb to the edge of the gods!Is there any other attempt?

I remember that an old demigod once told me that with my status, even in ancient times, I was not worthy of being buried!

What ability can my fairy ancestor leave for me?
But..." When the middle-aged man said this, he looked at Chen Zhi and Fat Wei with raised eyebrows, and said with a little pride,

"If you have to look at the certificate, just look at my tongue..."

After Liu Baobao finished speaking, he stuck out his tongue, and in an instant, colorful auras flashed out!
Chen Zhi was dazzled for a moment, and when he looked carefully, it was indeed a distinctive tongue.

The width of the tongue is slightly larger than that of ordinary tongues, and the most important thing is that it is very thick.

The tongue coating of ordinary people is generally white, and it can be divided into other colors according to the health of the body.

But this guy's tongue coating is a colorful pattern, forming a flower-like pattern. This tongue sticking out really looks like a lotus flower.

Moreover, those patterns are arranged in a very ancient etiquette. When the regulations are integrated, it is like a huge array that will never be pierced.

Chen Zhi has heard that there are thousands of different delicacies in the world, but one must have a tongue to enjoy them.

Different tongues determine different fates, the higher the fate, the more expensive and delicious the food, otherwise it will be difficult to swallow.

The specification of this tongue is probably only suitable for the emperor...

"Ouch, shit! Your tongue is awesome!",
Fat Wei was also amazed when he saw this tongue.

"I said what's your name? Liu Baobao, right? What a kawaii name, it really doesn't match your face!

But your tongue is really amazing. I understand now that all the delicious food in the world is prepared for you.

No wonder you don't like the big bones here, and ordinary food can't catch your eyes!
All year round, I guess you have to spend a lot of money just for food, right? "

"Yeah~~, I really have no place to talk about my suffering~~",
Unexpectedly, these words of Fat Wei actually reached Liu Baobai's heart, and immediately began to complain with a sad face,
"Seeing that my tongue is the life of wealth, what's the use of fmd?

Hey, no one knows my suffering~~
My usual job is to be a gourmet, evaluating food for people. On the surface, I look at the scenery, and I can eat delicious food that others can't eat, but later...

Hey~~, it’s hard to say~~”,
After Liu Baobao finished speaking, he sighed heavily, and that sad expression rose to his face again.

"As a result, this broken tongue became more and more picky eaters, and then he didn't like to eat anything at all.

It is delicacies from mountains and seas made by well-known chefs, and it is delicious to eat!
Ordinary meals are even more difficult to swallow, this is not..., I haven't eaten for several days now.

Brother, I am almost malnourished!Really fucked up...

hey~~
Later, I heard that the patriarch of the Jiang clan was looking for the God of Cooking, and I remembered a glimmer of life.

The old cooking god must be dead, and I guess his offspring is only me.

Although I am not Cooking God himself...

But I thought, I can help you guys with this! ! ! "

(End of this chapter)