socalfunplaces Chapter 182: Kitchen God's Identity
Chapter 182: Kitchen God's Identity
At the door of Mo Ran's house, a man in black was pushed out by three children.
The eldest sister of the three, Ningguang, smiled and said, "Grandpa, go quickly, we will clean up the house."
"Father, have a safe journey!" Shen He waved her hand and said goodbye to him.
Qiqi said goodbye with a smile, thinking that she could play with Yaoyao after packing up, she was even more excited. She couldn't let go of this adorable junior sister who was like a little bird.
As for why Qiqi was not worried that someone would stop them, it was naturally because Grandma Ping also went out with them. There was no one at home to hinder her and Yaoyao, so they could play to their heart's content.
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The moon is bright in the sky, and the frosty moonlight shines on the streets, complementing the lights in every house. As the moon approaches, wanderers return home, and families reunite to spend this time together.
The Qianyan Army is still there, standing guard and patrolling to prevent any thieves from appearing and ruining the festival and ruining people's mood.
Yujingtai.
The six people who were about to end the day's journey came to the boulder. There were several cracks on the smooth surface of the boulder, which made Paimon thoughtful.
"Look! There are more cracks on the stone. Could it be that someone took the opportunity to smash it?"
“No.” Keqing shook her head and said, “Our swords don’t work. Even if we return to the final stage, we can’t leave any traces. So, it shouldn’t be that.”
"This is because all kinds of things in the folk are the source of the Kitchen God's power, the heat from cooking, and the joy of reunion. If you all work harder, I believe the truth will soon come to light." Grandma Ping smiled softly, her eyes never leaving the little raccoon with orange hair.
Upon hearing this, Keqing murmured to herself, "The statue will absorb the power of the people, and the Kitchen God is in charge of fire and cooking. Could it be that... the hard work people put into cooking will be passed on to the Kitchen God statue!"
"This year's Moon Festival theme is Food and Mountains and Rivers. Almost all chefs in Liyue Harbor are making careful preparations. This is not impossible."
Xiangling nodded and said slowly, "Besides, during the Moon Festival, many people will go home to have reunion dinners. It's been very lively everywhere recently. With more people, the festive atmosphere will be even more prosperous."
Paimon spread his hands and said, "The stones of Liyue can actually crack because of the excitement. Does that mean that when the excitement reaches a certain level, the stones will completely explode?"
"When the Moon-Chuing Festival comes, the secret of this stone will be revealed." The long hair and wide sleeves of a woman dressed in black swayed in the wind. The moonlight shone on her, making her ordinary face look somewhat pleasing to the eye.
Xiangling asked, "What do you think, Master?"
Grandma Ping smiled and said softly, "What Xiao Ran said may be true. Why not give it a try?"
Guoba suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and he quickly "lulu, lululu" towards the man in black.
Mo Ran smiled faintly and ignored him. No matter how his old friend shouted, he just firmly stuck to his beliefs.
"Well, speaking of food, I didn't eat much just now, and now I'm even hungrier!" Paimon rubbed his belly that didn't get any satiated no matter how much he ate.
Just now, she and Kong went out to comfort Keqing, and indeed she didn't eat much food. After returning, she saw that no one had picked up their chopsticks, so she didn't feel comfortable to pick up any food, which led to the empty stomach feeling now.
"Here, eat!" Xiangling took out two tightly wrapped spicy meat steamed buns from her clothes, which were still steaming.
Paimeng's eyes were shining brighter than thousands of stars. After taking it, he stuffed it into his mouth and said incoherently: "Thank you Xiangling, you are the best! Hehe..."
"You're welcome. We're good friends." Xiangling smiled, and then she remembered Keqing's escape. She asked, "Keqing, why did you go out for a while during dinner? Did you cook the dishes according to the recipe? Didn't it meet the standards?"
“No, it’s not.” Keqing smiled slightly, like a purple flower blooming under the moon, quiet yet firm. “That’s because the spicy meat steamed bread made by Xiangling and Mr. Mo Ran tastes just like the ones my grandfather made for me when I was a child!”
"My grandfather was a famous land tycoon in Liyue. He was also a scholar who loved collecting ancient books of Liyue. He had a good understanding of many lost traditional cultures."
"At that time, I often accompanied my grandfather to study at home. I read many ancient books with the old man. We also discussed whether Emperor Yanwang really existed and how credible these ancient books were..."
"My grandfather said: Books are just a bridge that takes us into history. As for what little Keqing asked, it is what we, as descendants, should pursue and identify."
"Later, my grandfather passed away, and I became one of the Seven Stars of Liyue. From then on, my view of the Geo King Emperor also changed from legend to reality."
"I copied the recipe for this dish from my grandfather's notes. In the past, the recipe was incomplete and he wanted to restore this ancient dish, but unfortunately he never succeeded."
“Every time he tried to make this dish, he would let me taste it while it was still hot.” Keqing closed her beautiful eyes slightly and sighed, “I really miss it. This is the taste!”
"Ancient dish? Does this steamed corn bread have such a long history?" Paimeng had just finished eating, and there were still some red and yellow residues stuck at the corners of his mouth.
Mo Ran held his forehead with his hand and said, "Paimeng, do you really not remember, or are you pretending not to remember? It seems that I just said this afternoon that when a flood comes, the Kitchen God will make spicy meat steamed bread to help people keep warm!"
"Um, that...well, there's nothing I can do about it. It's been a long time since the afternoon, it's normal that Paimon doesn't remember it!" Paimon is a typical person who is justified but still has a strong sense of justice. Anyway, he is full now, so he is not afraid of the collapse of the sky and the earth.
Mo Ran curled his lips and said nothing.
Xiang Ling smiled and explained, "When Mr. Mo Ran asked me to prepare the ingredients, I already knew what this dish was. My father once taught me, and my father also learned it from his father."
"It is said that this dish has been passed down from generation to generation in our family for a long time. According to the legend in our family, this dish is a folk dish that is easy to make and easy to carry, making it the best dish to eat when traveling."
"Lulu!" Guoba nodded in agreement.
The man in black smiled at Grandma Ping, because the story that followed was so hilarious.
"When I saw Guoba, I remembered this dish. The day I met Guoba, I made the same dish." Xiangling touched the furry head of the little raccoon and it felt the same.
Keqing asked in confusion: "Meet Guoba?"
"Huh?" Guoba tilted his head, as if asking back: "Why, only Mo Ran is allowed to pick up the child, but I am not allowed to let the child pick it up?"
Of course, only the two of them understood what was said. Guoba also realized it later and felt secretly angry.
Xiangling was completely unaware of her friend's embarrassment and continued, "Well, Guoba and I met in a cave. It was raining heavily that day, and I saw a cave and quickly hid in it."
"There happened to be an altar table inside, so I put the spicy meat steamed buns I brought with me on it. Then I accidentally fell asleep, and when I woke up, Guoba had already eaten all the steamed buns."
"Since then, Guoba has been with me and has become a member of my family!"
"Lululu!" Guoba shouted twice, cheering and smiling, as if he was very satisfied with what happened that day.
Mo Ran smiled gently and flicked his fingers under his wide sleeves.
In an instant, the huge stones on the altar began to crack, and after a flash of golden light, they exploded with a loud bang. In an instant, smoke and dust filled the air. Fortunately, a gust of wind blew and calmed the surroundings.
"This, what is this?!" Keqing looked at the standing stone sculpture, opened her mouth, and was speechless.
Kong was surprised and asked, "Isn't this rice crust?"
"Guoba? Why is it you?" Xiangling was shocked and stood there in a daze. She looked carefully with her eyes wide open, but the result was still the same.
"Lulululu!" Seeing his identity exposed, Guoba didn't care anymore and pointed at the man in black and let out a shocking shout.
Mo Ran smiled, pointed at the bright moon in the sky, and laughed: "I didn't break my promise. It is indeed the Moon Festival now. If you don't believe me, go back and check the time."
"Oh, now you've discovered it. Xiangling won't be affected by the fact that you used to be a demon god. You will still have to do your job of making firewood, and you won't miss a single one!"
"Lu... Never mind." Guoba looked at the stunned people and said, "This is what you need to know. This is the whole story. I am the Demon of the Stove, Marcosius!"
"I'm sorry, Xiangling. I didn't tell you the truth before because I was afraid that this identity would affect you. And you guys have gone to so much trouble to find me..."
"I'm so sorry!"
"Guo Ba..." Xiang Ling hugged him and said softly, "Actually, you don't have to apologize to me, no matter who you are, whether you are Guo Ba or the Kitchen God."
"You have always been my friend! Always!"
Guoba was speechless, burst out laughing, scratched his head, and looked a little cute because he was at a loss.
Grandma Ping laughed and said, "The great Kitchen God was intimidated by a little girl. Ouch~"
"Is this still the Kitchen God who, once the food was out of the pot, gave an order and no one dared to disobey? Why does he act so much like a child! Haha." Mo Ran laughed so hard that he fell backwards. This was a scene they had not seen for a long time.
Guoba was held by Xiangling. When he looked at his two old friends, his gentle face suddenly changed and he shouted, "How dare you two say that to me!"
"Ge Chenlang City, let alone how you treated your own granddaughter, you also taught your little apprentice Yaoyao so many magic arts."
"And Mo Ran, you are an unshakable, eternal daughter slave. How can I compare to you?"