It was Gong Yangyan's steak that was battered on the outside and raw on the inside, and the mass-market meal package. Ning Zhi was not an ignorant little fairy like Jiu Yuanzi. He thought how could someone mess up something as simple as frying a steak? .
Not to mention, these are not high-end steaks, they are just cheap synthetic steaks. Just put the steaks into the pot and heat them up.
So, unable to bear it anymore, he walked into the kitchen and planned to show off his cooking skills himself.
Jiu Yuanzi ate Gong Yang Yan's fried steak, tilted his head to look at Ning Zhi who was busy in the kitchen, and said to Gong Yang Yan who looked unhappy: "I have heard other immortals say before that mortals can cook a lot of delicious food. It seems to be true that everyone is a god of food."
"Uh, which god said this?" Gongyang Yan was already desperate. After a while, Jiu Yuanzi knew that the food she just ate was garbage and she would definitely be angry.
"The Kitchen God said that every time they came back, their mouths would be shiny, saying that mortals would always prepare plenty of food to send them back. One time, I saw a Kitchen God, behind someone else's back, take out a white thing and put it in his mouth. I wiped it on," Jiu Motoko recalled.
She was a little aggrieved, "I asked him what kind of good food he was eating from mortals and let me see it. I didn't expect that he took it in his arms and ran away. He didn't care about me at all. How stingy."
Gong Yangyan thought of the folk customs she had seen when she was writing essays when she was a child, and said with some uncertainty: "Maybe, that is a piece of pig skin."
Folklore says that in ancient times, when poor people didn't have good things at home and met the Kitchen God returning to heaven, they would wipe the mouth of the Kitchen God's painting with pig skin, so that they would say they had a good life in their home after they went to heaven.
This is just to make the Kitchen God look good and let the family live a better life in the coming year. It is just a folk legend of yearning for a better life.
Did they really go back and bring the pig skin with them?
"Pork rinds?" Jiu Yuanzi didn't see anyone eating pig rinds on the TV series. "Then after you go out, get me some pig rinds to see what kind of good thing it is that the Kitchen God can hold it in his arms without giving it away. Other immortals."
"Okay." Gong Yangyan was sure that in a city as big as Haidu, he would definitely be able to find a shop that makes delicious pork skin.
But she was curious about one thing, so she asked: "Sister Jiu, is the Kitchen God really like the legend? Can he really bring blessings and remove disasters to people?"
Jiu Yuanzi looked at her blankly, "Huh?"
"Ah, isn't it?" Gong Yangyan was stunned by her expression.
Both of them looked at each other blankly, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Jiu Yuanzi blinked his eyes a few times, and then said in confusion: "Why does the Kitchen God want to bring you blessings and remove disasters? If they have that ability, why don't they give themselves a blessing first, and become gods early in exchange for better treatment?" life."
"What, the Kitchen God is not a god?" Gongyang Yan asked in surprise.
Jiu Yuanzi explained: "Have you ever seen any immortals who are in the human world all day long? They are better than the land of ghosts and immortals or the mountain gods. You can go to the immortal world, but you can only stay for a few days before coming down. If you count it carefully , they are the group with the highest status among the ghosts and immortals, but the gap between them and the immortals is probably as big as yours and mine."
She shook the fork in her hand and thought for a long time before she found a word to describe it, "In your words, he is a temporary worker among gods and an iron rice bowl among ghosts and immortals."
"Then what do they do in the world?" Gong Yangyan asked in confusion.
Jiu Yuanzi smiled and said: "You must have an explanation for worshiping them yourself."
In order to prevent the Kitchen God from going up to heaven and speaking ill of the family, we have to give the Kitchen God sweets and delicious food to silence their mouths...
Gong Yangyan opened her eyes wide and said in disbelief: "Are they spying on us?"
"Why do you do this? What have we done? You want to send people to keep an eye on us?"
She had never thought about it before, but now she immediately felt something was wrong. The Kitchen God was hiding in other people's homes and watching everyone's every move every day.
Then, they have to report to heaven once a year. Why should heaven listen to the trivial family matters of mortals?
Just thinking about it makes me feel terrible, so perverted.
Jiu Yuanzi shrugged and said, "Unfortunately, I don't know. But before I came down, many Kitchen Gods were already unemployed because they could no longer enter mortal homes."
"It is said that people nowadays don't like to post their portraits in the kitchen, let alone put up a statue of a god. They don't even have a place to stay, so of course they can't enter the house. Nowadays, the Kitchen God is a sunset profession, and sooner or later all will have to be cancelled."
Gong Yangyan received too much information at once and couldn't digest it in a while. She held her hands and thought for a long time, but she couldn't figure it out.
At this time, Ning Zhi, who was cooking by himself, came back with a bottle of mineral water in his right hand and a plate with two meal bags and a piece of butter in his left hand.
He had been busy in the kitchen for a long time and only brought out something like this. The fried steak was sacrificed in the trash can without even making it.
Gong Yangyan felt very happy. It seemed that steak was not easy to fry, and the CEO also failed.
The three of them had a messy meal, and Jiu Yuanzi placed four forks on the table. She found another body outside the mall. The chest was shot through. It was the gunshot fired by Ning Zhi.
She took back the fork magic weapon. The lumpy objects they were carrying were slowly absorbing spiritual energy, so she didn't move for the time being. She just dragged the bodies into the mall and put them there.
Jiu Yuanzi patted his fork and said with a smile: "Mr. Ning, can you tell me what this is?"
Ning Zhi took a sip of mineral water and said calmly: "It is a low-level magic weapon driven by a spiritual treasure. It can release attacks in the middle. When it encounters garbage, it can be picked up with a clip and taken back."
"When every psychic products company enters the dojo, everyone will carry one. It has both offensive and defensive capabilities and can pick up rags. It's pretty easy to use, but everyone calls it a dog-beating stick."
"No one seems to remember the original name."
Gongyang Yan was afraid that Jiu Yuanzi wouldn't understand, so she explained from the side: "Sister Jiu, beggars in ancient times were dirty and easy to be bitten by dogs, so they would bring a stick to defend themselves, so they asked for a dog stick. This is also a beggar's Standard."
Jiu Yuanzi looked at the dog beating stick on the table and muttered after a while: "It's for picking up rags..."
Ning Zhi suddenly asked: "You want it?"
"How is that possible? I want your magic weapon." Jiu Yuanzi laughed, pushed the dog beating stick in front of him, and said politely.
How can this fairy use a dog-beating stick? She doesn't know how to use it without a magic weapon. It's absolutely impossible.
Ning Zhi was not surprised. The magic weapon he bought with a lot of money would arouse people's greed as long as it was exposed to others.
He took out the magic weapon directly from the gun bag on his waist and placed it on the table, "I can trade with you, but what else can you give me? The price for taking me through the customs has been agreed, and now you still want this weapon?" Bird, we can no longer pay the price we negotiated before.”
"I have to ask you, what do you want most?" Jiu Yuanzi said, staring at Thunderbird.
The palm-long spear-shaped magic weapon has a white jade background and is inlaid with blue glass-like crystals. The shape is elegant and simple, and the person who made it has a high aesthetic sense.
Ning Zhi fell silent, and Jiu Yuanzi didn't rush him, waiting for him to think about it slowly.
Finally, Ning Zhi said: "Not only do I need to clear the level, I also need to learn spells."
"Now I still want it to defend itself. As long as you can let me learn the spell, pass the level and leave the dojo safely, I will give you the villa and the Thunderbird."
Jiu Yuanzi smiled and said: "No problem, if you can't learn the spell this time, you can do it next time, until you learn the spell."
She is bound to get the thunderbird magic weapon.
