Chapter 223 Cooking with Guoba
"Then can I choose to die without any disease or disaster?"
"Obviously that's impossible."
Gu Sanqiu took out his spear and said, "I recommend that you be stabbed to death by my spear. Otherwise, it will be difficult to collect your body more decently. How do you think?"
"Nothing."
Xingqiu's mouth twitched: "Well, it's just some past events. Who didn't have some happy and satisfying past when they were young? Don't you think this the truth?"
"The key point is, does what you just said have anything to do with the word 'joyful and satisfying'?"
Gu Sanqiu put down his spear and said, "But you do have a point. I won't argue with you about this matter."
Xingqiu heaved a sigh of relief: "Right, right, that's normal. After all, under my influence, Chongyun no longer thinks you are a good person. This incident will at most deepen his impression It's no big deal."
Gu Sanqiu instantly grabbed Xingqiu's neck, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"So you better go die!"
Chongyun looked left and right, not knowing whether he should stop Lao Gu or help him strangle Xingqiu half to death. After all, this guy did do a lot of things to deceive him.
However, considering that no matter which side he helped, the other person would find various ways to play a prank on him later, Chongyun wisely lowered his eyes and started drinking his drink.
He was now finally certain that, strictly speaking, these two guys were not good people, and if he rashly took sides, he would easily be sanctioned by the other side in strange ways.
Well, as long as I pretend to be conscientious enough, this incident won't affect me.
After playing around for a while, Xiangling arrived with Guoba. Gu Sanqiu sent the three of them to prepare the ingredients, while he and Guoba went into the kitchen.
No, to be precise, after seeing Gu Sanqiu preparing to cook, Guoba did not run away in a panic this time. Instead, he completely ignored Xiangling and followed him in happily.
I guess in this person's eyes, the Gu family's cooking skills and concepts have finally been "returned as a prodigal son". This kind of priceless behavior must be encouraged!
"Hey, pot crust!"
Looking at her little follower busying around in the kitchen, Xiangling suddenly smiled and found this scene inexplicably interesting, as if an old and a young were learning cooking skills.
"No, no, the squad leader is such a good cook, how could it be Guoba who taught him cooking skills? It should be the other way around."
"Pot crust, fire breathing!"
Marcius, the breath of the devil!
Guoba picked up a chili pepper and chewed it, then blew a flame towards the stove, igniting the combustible materials inside and began to heat the pot.
Gu Sanqiu nodded with satisfaction. In fact, he had wanted to try shouting like that for a long time, but this was his home, not to mention that the incense room was right next to him. He couldn't just shout out the name Marcosius.
Moreover, the statue of Guoba, or something similar to a statue, has not been salvaged yet, and he doesn't know whether the old man had arranged it, so he can't say it out loud for the time being.
If the Kitchen God was absorbing the fires from thousands of stoves in this way to restore his strength, and when the time was right he would be able to communicate with the statue and make it appear in the world, and if his plan was ruined by a casual remark made by Marcosius, then he would be a sinner.
"But where did this habit of eating a bite of chili before breathing fire come from?"
Gu Sanqiu looked at the senior who was sitting on a small stool, fiddling with the stove to adjust the temperature with great interest.
If he remembered correctly, the hearth demon Marcosius was born from sparks produced by the collision of rocks. This was what Grandma Ping said herself.
It should be very easy for such a being to light a fire or something.
Markosius, the Demon of the Hearth, can be described in a more fairy-like way as being similar to a god nurtured by heaven and earth. How could such a being need a possession to manipulate elemental forces?
Or is this some strange habit developed in Wanmin Hall?
Gu Sanqiu seemed to be thinking about something, but then he was attracted by the aroma of rice gradually wafting from the side.
"Guoba, look at the pot. Throw the chili and garlic in to fry until fragrant. I'll go over and take a look."
"Leilei~"
The rice simmering on the side gave off steam and fragrance. For the sake of the final quality of the dish, Gu Sanqiu did not rashly open the lid, but sniffed it carefully.
"Tsk, there's one more flavor."
Item: Five-flavor rice
Source: Gedeng Temple
Item Details: Derived from, or cultivated with the inspiration of the Five Elements Rice, this spiritual rice can nourish the five internal organs after consumption, and its mild nature allows ordinary people to eat it with peace of mind.
Note: The high monks in Buddhism are quite powerful, but if there are people who do not respect Buddha and do not abide by the law visiting them, the five flavors of rice will be used separately and become a weapon that specifically damages the five internal organs.
Danger level: Level 1
It was precisely because of these strange things written in the notes that Gu Sanqiu was surprised that the rice had an extra flavor.
If we follow what is said above and rashly destroy the balance of the five flavors, what we cook will definitely be a pot of poison.
Not to mention that the poison was successfully cooked, even if there was only a trace of it, Guoba would have already run out of his own door by now, and it would be impossible for him to be dangling his short legs in this place to watch over the fire.
“Is this the special effect of Guoba?”
Gu Sanqiu touched his chin. If there was one more flavor that could be added without destroying the balance of the five flavors of rice, it would only be the sweetness of the rice itself.
In other words, the rice crust was next to him, so the power of the stove fire was infected by the demon's body, stimulating 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 fire" and "happy dish" contained in the rice crust.
The sixth taste: peace.
"lielie!"
"Oh, it's almost done, here I come."
Gu Sanqiu rolled up his sleeves and began to cook the first dish of lunch.
…
“Clang!”
Walnut raised the King in his hand and said, "I drew the joker. You guys have to listen to me!"
Ψ(￣▽￣)Ψ
"Please ask some normal questions, thank you."
There were already five or six small white spots on Xiangling's face, and the same was true for Xin Yan next to her.
One was pasted on each of Keqing’s cheeks, and they were very “considerately” made to look symmetrical.
The few "successful people" at the scene who did not have notes pasted on them were Mr. Zhongli, whose skills were "unfathomable" in the eyes of everyone and who was able to perfectly avoid punishment every time, and Beidou, whose gambling skills and luck with cards were both top-notch.
Even Ningguang had three small notes hanging on her face, and was laughed at by Beidou.
Obviously, in this kind of king game, pure logical thinking and card skills do not play a major role, luck is the most important.
