Liyue Fengxiangren of the original god

"Then can I choose to die without illness or disaster?"

"Obviously that's impossible."

Gu Sanqiu took out a long spear: "I recommend being stabbed to death by me, otherwise it will be difficult for you to collect your body when you are smashed to death by my hammer. Using a gun can also give you a decent death, how about it?"

"No way."

The corner of Xingqiu's mouth twitched: "Okay, isn't it just some past events, who didn't have a bit of a happy past when they were young, do you think this is the truth?"

"The point is, does what you just said have anything to do with the words 'happy and happy'?"

Gu Sanqiu put down the spear: "But what you said makes sense, and you don't care about this kind of thing."

Xingqiu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's right, that's normal. Anyway, under my influence, Chongyun doesn't think you are a good person anymore. This incident is at most just to deepen the impression, it's nothing big questionable."

Gu Sanqiu pinched Xingqiu's neck instantly, his eyes were full of killing intent.

"So you guys really should die!"

Chongyun looked left and right, not knowing whether he should stop Lao Gu now, or help him strangle Xingqiu to death, after all, this guy did a lot of tricking him.

However, considering that no matter which side he helped, the other person would come up with various ways to hurt himself afterwards, so Chongyun very wisely lowered his eyes and started drinking.

He was finally sure now, strictly speaking, these two guys were not good people, and if they stood in line rashly, they could easily be sanctioned by the other side in strange ways.

Well, as long as I pretend enough, the fire of this matter will not burn myself.

After playing around for a while, Xiangling came with rice cakes, Gu Sanqiu sent the three of them to prepare the ingredients, while himself and rice cakes got into the kitchen.

No, to be precise, it should be that after seeing Gu Sanqiu preparing to cook, Guoba didn't run away in a panic this time, but completely ignored Xiangling, and followed him in a bounce.

It is estimated that in the eyes of this person, the Gu family's culinary skills and philosophy are finally considered "the prodigal son turns back". This kind of behavior that is worthless must be encouraged!

"Hey, crispy rice!"

Seeing her little follower busy in the kitchen, Xiangling suddenly smiled, and felt that this scene was inexplicably interesting, as if the old and the young were learning cooking on the road of cooking.

"No, no, the squad leader is so good at cooking, how could it be Guoba who taught him cooking skills? It's obviously the other way around."

"Crispy, fire breathing!"

Marcosius, the breath of the demon god!

Guoba casually took a pepper and chewed it, then blew a flame at the stove, ignited the combustibles inside and started heating the pot.

Gu Sanqiu nodded in satisfaction. In fact, he had wanted to try calling out this way a long time ago, but this is at home, not to mention that Fengxiang Room is still nearby, so the four words Marcusius can't just be called out casually.

Moreover, the god statue of rice cracker, or something similar to the god statue, has not been salvaged yet, and he doesn't know if there is an arrangement by the old man in it, so he can't say this name for the time being.

If the Kitchen God boss is absorbing the stove fire of thousands of families in this way to restore his strength, and when he is about to be able to have a perception with the statue and make him appear in the world, if he ruins the plan with a random Marcusius, then he is a sinner.

"However, how did this habit of eating a bite of chili before breathing out fire come about?"

Gu Sanqiu looked at the senior boss sitting on the small bench, who was fiddled with the stove to adjust the temperature with great interest.

If he remembered correctly, Marcusius, the Stove Demon God, was born from the sparks struck by the collision of stones. Grandma Ping said it herself.

It should be very easy for this kind of existence to light a fire or something.

Marcusius, the Demon God of the Stove, is probably similar to the gods bred by the heavens and the earth in a more fairy-like way. How could this kind of existence need a support to fiddle with the elemental power.

Or is this some kind of strange hobby cultivated in Wanmintang?

Gu Sanqiu was thoughtful, but then he was attracted by the aroma of rice gradually emitting from the side.

"Crispy rice, take a look at the pot. After a while, throw the chili and garlic into it and saute. I'll go and have a look."

"leilei~"

The steamed rice on the side exuded steaming heat and aroma. In order to ensure the quality of the final pot, Gu Sanqiu did not unmask the lid hastily, but carefully sniffed it with his nose.

"Tsk, there's an extra flavor."

Item: five-flavored rice

Source: Gedeng Temple

Item details: born out of, or in other words, spiritual rice inspired by five-element rice. After eating, it can nourish the five internal organs in the body. Its mild nature allows ordinary people to eat it with peace of mind.

Remarks: The eminent Buddhist monks are very powerful, but if there are people who do not respect the Buddha and do not abide by the law, the five-flavored rice will be used separately, and it will become a sharp weapon that hurts the five internal organs.

Hazard level: Level 1

It was precisely because of the strange things written in the notes that Gu Sanqiu was surprised that this pot of rice had an extra flavor.

If according to the above, if the balance of the five flavors is rashly destroyed, the cooked food will definitely be a pot of poison.

Not to mention that the poison was boiled successfully, even if there was only a trace of taste, the crispy rice must have run out of the door by now, and it is impossible to shake its short legs in this place to watch over the firepower.

"Is this the special effect of crispy rice?"

Gu Sanqiu rubbed his chin. If there is too much taste without destroying the balance of the five-flavored rice, then it can only be the sweetness of the rice itself.

That is to say, the crispy rice is next to him, so the power of the stove fire was infected by the demon god's body, which stimulated the power of the ingredients themselves?

Gu Sanqiu nodded subconsciously, this should be the most reasonable explanation.

In other words, this is the "mystery of the fire" and "happiness dishes" contained in the crispy rice crust.

The sixth taste - Ann.

"lielie!"

"Oh, the incense is almost ready, here I come."

Gu Sanqiu rolled up his sleeves and started cooking the first dish for lunch.

"Clang clang!"

Hu Tao held up the king in his hand: "I have drawn a wild card, you guys must listen to me!"

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"Please ask some normal questions, thank you."

There were already five or six small white stripes on Xiangling's face, as did Xin Yan next to her.

Keqing's cheeks on both sides were affixed to each other, and they were very "intimately" made symmetrical.

Among the few "successful people" who did not get stickers on the scene, only Mr. Zhongli, who was known as "unfathomable" by everyone, was able to perfectly avoid punishment every time, and his gambling skills and card luck were the best choices Beidou.

Even Ning Guang had three small notes hanging on his face, and he was laughed at by Beidou.

Obviously, in this game of kings, pure logical thinking and card skills cannot play a major role, and luck is the most important.