The Stove Lord's eating habits were very poor, as if he had not eaten for a thousand years.
For some reason, he had oil all over his forehead. He had just wiped his eyes with the hand that had peeled crayfish, and his eyes were red from the heat.
Now I am crying while eating, but there is not a single tear.
Gong Yangyan couldn't stand it anymore and said with disgust: "You are a god no matter what. Even if you lose your job, you won't be so greedy."
The Stove Lord sat on the ground, holding his big elbow in his right hand and a beer bottle in his left hand. He took a few big gulps and said with a dirty face: "Lock you up and bring you delicious food every day for thousands of years." , I won’t give you anything to eat, but you are just as greedy.”
"But the common people in the mortal world used to give you offerings, and they didn't just look at them but couldn't eat them. How can gods be so greedy?" Gong Yangyan said unconvinced.
She still knows this common sense. Although she has heard that the Stove Lord's portrait is no longer allowed to be sold, he must have eaten a lot in the past.
The Stove Lord sighed, "What are you talking about? Those things are just for us to see and smell, and then we take them away to eat."
"Only on the day when we are going back to heaven, we will dip our fingers in some lard and smear it on our mouths, pretending that we eat well every day in the mortal world."
"Mortal humans even deceive gods. I don't know what to think. If the Kitchen God is a true god, who would say good things about you just for the sake of a little bit of lard on his mouth?"
He said angrily, it seemed that he had been humiliated for so many years.
Gong Yangyan asked puzzledly, "I thought it was enough to bring good things to the gods and place them in front of them. Do you have to actually eat them?"
"Do you think it's possible? If we eat it, you can take it away and eat it again?" The Stove Lord hates this word the most, because all humans think like this.
Put cigarettes or fruits, sometimes meat and candies, in front of their portraits for a few hours, and then take them back and eat them yourself.
He also said that he had already offered sacrifices.
In fact, it's more like showing off that I have good food to eat, which makes me very angry just thinking about it.
The more he talked, the sadder he became. He drank a few swigs of beer to drown his sorrows.
Gong Yangyan glanced at the wine sister who was pretending to be a ghost jellyfish, and said to the Stove Lord: "Tell me, what are you doing here, and how are you going to punish us?"
The Kitchen God wiped his greasy mouth with his sleeve in a very shameless manner, "The Sanctioning Officer is just our name, and we are responsible for taking care of criminals like you who have committed the most heinous crimes."
"What the hell, are you going to whip me with a small whip?" Jiu Yuanzi floated over, her hair covering her face, leaving only one eye exposed to look at him.
"..." The Stove Lord was stunned by her question, "No, how dare I hit you? It's just a professional title, which sounds more domineering."
Jiu Yuanzi drifted away boredly and went to Xiao Wanfan's place to be the secret agent. Today she was going to be the female ghost in a stone prison, and it looked like she wouldn't get tired of it for a while.
The interrupted topic made the Kitchen God pick it up again, but he did not forget the food. He started talking while eating, "There are three officers in our Shishen Purgatory. Every seven days, they have to let the prisoners out of the purgatory." Make delicious food for them to eat.”
"If it doesn't taste good, they will eat it on the spot. If it tastes good, it can continue to live for the next seven days."
"And we, the sanctioning officers, will provide ingredients for the prisoners on the sixth day. If there are no ingredients, they cannot make the dishes, and they will also be considered a failure and will be devoured."
The Kitchen God also specially reminded: "The food you brought with you cannot be used, you must use ingredients from Shishen Purgatory."
Gong Yangyan then said: "That's it, then take out your ingredients and we will give you delicious food."
Hearing her words, the Stove Lord quickly gnawed on the elbow in his hand, ate it into his stomach a few times, drank the wine in a hurry, then licked his fingers and said: "The eyeballs just now are the ingredients I can provide, let Fairy Yuan It was crushed."
Jiu Yuanzi, who was floating behind Xiao Wanfa, stretched out his hands in front of him, pretending to be a ghost and wanted to touch his neck, suddenly raised his head and looked at the Stove Lord.
She pushed her hair to the sides, tucked it behind her ears, and said angrily: "Nonsense, do you only have one eye?"
The Stove Lord was now full of food and drink. He patted his bulging belly and said without regrets: "Yes, each sanctioning officer only has one ingredient. Prisoners who can't get the ingredients will wait until tomorrow and they won't be able to make food." We can only wait to die.”
"What!" Jiu Yuanzi exclaimed in shock, "But I don't want to die, little prince, is there anything you can do to save me?"
Gong Yangyan paused, "Sister Jiu, isn't the Stove King the Stove King or the Grandpa?"
Motoko Jiu, who was interrupted from the plot, looked at her sideways and said, "As long as the ingredients in Purgatory are from here, the judge is also a native of Purgatory, so they can be used."
Xiao Wanfa immediately became energetic, raised his hand and struck out with a sword.
The sword flew out with a swish of light, and directly chopped down the fearless Kitchen Lord who was patting his belly.
He didn't even react, showed a surprised expression, and then turned into nothingness, leaving no ingredients of any kind.
Jiu Yuanzi and Gongyang Yan all looked at Xiao Wanfa, "..."
"Try it to see if it is an ingredient. Now you can be sure whether you can eat it or not." Xiao Wanfa said matter-of-factly.
Wasting other people's time is killing people. This Stove Lord did this without knowing it. It is normal for him to end up like this.
But now, after sacrificing the pork knuckle and beer, discovering the suspected trial that the dojo didn't remind me of, is already the most important gain.
Jiu Yuanzi smiled and said: "We should be the first team to discover this matter. Let's continue to find the sanctioning officer. There are many of them."
The three of them continued walking forward, but they didn't see a single sanctioning officer on the road. All the cells were empty, not to mention people, not even a ghost was encountered.
After it was indeed not a ghost beating the wall, Jiu Yuanzi finally came to a conclusion, "If you don't have a spiritual guide, you will only meet a Kitchen God to give you ingredients, right?"
Gongyang Yan didn’t know that Ling Yin was made by the Stove Lord, so she said uncertainly: “No, then what will we use to make food tomorrow?”
Xiao Wanfa knew about this. He frowned slightly and his eyes fell on the moss on the wall of the stone prison. "Yuanzi, how about we make vegetarian dishes, salad with moss."
A person like Shu Motoko, who couldn't help an overturned soy sauce bottle and had never been in the kitchen, really didn't expect this. After hearing his words, an idea suddenly flashed and she looked around.
"Moss can be used for cooking, and so can stones. This sewage is also a product of Shishen Hell."
"Little Yang, collect all these ingredients quickly. I have sealed boxes here." She took out a bunch of boxes from her supermarket and threw them to Gong Yangyan.
Can this kind of thing really be used for cooking?
A thought came into Gong Yangyan's mind, and her trust in Jiu Yuanzi was instantly kicked aside.
She immediately said: "Okay, Sister Jiu."
Jiu Yuanzi used his spiritual power to suck up the sewage on the ground and put it in a sealed box. Gong Yangyan was responsible for packing the other things.
How could she let go of vegetables with such conspicuous moss? She filled ten boxes.
"Sister Jiu, these stone bricks look of good quality. Grind them into flour."
"Little sheep, look what I picked up. It's like picking mushrooms. There are a lot of candle ends."
"Sister Jiu, this can be used as cream or cheese, or as white chocolate."
"Wanfa, if you cut off a piece of this iron door, this will be a high-quality steak."
"Wow! Sister Jiu, I found mud. This is a natural ingredient. It's in the corner of this cell."
From the stone prison, the sounds of Gong Yangyan and Jiu Yuanzi's endless joy as they continued to search for ingredients came from the stone prison.
Xiao Wanfa cut the iron gate into rectangular pieces the size of his palm, then looked at the floating Jiu Yuanzi and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
With the sword in my hand, even if it doesn’t taste good, you have to tell me it tastes good.
