Outside the window, there was the characteristic chirping of elementary school students after school, and Yuan Fang threw the chopped green onion into the oil pot.

"Sting~"

He took a large bowl of porcelain from his new daughter-in-law, which was yellow-orange and orange filled with churned egg liquid, which was a pure natural peasant egg, which looked particularly nutritious.

"Collect ~ gloves ~ change pockets ~"

Accompanied by the ancient melodious singing, the egg liquid was poured into the bubbling oil pot, and when the egg flowers were turned up on the edge of the pot, Yuan Yi put the steamed crab rice into the pot and beat it.

"Hey, I can't see it, you still have this hand!"

Fang Yuan praised from the bottom of his heart.

"Of course!"

Yuan Fang shook his head proudly, borrowing international students living in a foreign country, with this simple hand, he could be worth a week's and a half rent.

There are no complex seasonings on the stove, there are only a few small porcelain jars on the windowsill in front of him, he picked it up and looked at it, it is nothing more than salt, sugar and monosodium glutamate, it is estimated that there is no chicken essence and mushroom essence in this era, and there is no thick soup treasure, but in terms of the effect of freshness, nothing can compete with monosodium glutamate that has dominated the catering industry for hundreds of years.

Without waiting for each grain of rice to be coated with egg liquid, Yuan Fang closed the valve of the gas head, and a pot of egg fried rice with an average appearance and an average taste was released from the pot.

Fang Yuan took out two large porcelain bowls from the old cupboard and filled half a bowl for each person, the fried rice was yellow and white, constantly exuding aroma, making the young couple's index fingers move, this was the first time they cooked together to live.

There is a table of eight immortals by the door of the kitchen, but it is only equipped with four benches, and the age is obviously the ancestors of the two people, and the husband and wife put the rice bowls on the table and sat calmly on the head of the ancestors.

"The years are quiet, and you still haven't changed at all."

Fang Yuan held the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, looked at the fried rice in front of him and sighed, the rice is still quite hot, and there is no way to eat it for the time being.

"I'm still the same boy I was when I was the same, and I haven't changed my mind in the slightest."

The newlyweds looked at each other, full of affection, and the fried rice in the bowl seemed to have turned into dog food in an instant, but it was a pity that there was a single dog missing in the house.

The old room began to be filled with pink mist, the temperature slowly rose, and the sweetness of the air seemed to exceed the blood sugar level after just one breath.

But at the critical juncture when the couple held hands opposite each other and the distance between the two small mouths was only three centimeters, suddenly there was a soft knock on the door, and the two quickly separated, and their faces turned red.

With the sound of brisk footsteps, a handsome uncle with a good demeanor appeared in front of the little couple, he took a deep breath of the sweet air, looked at the big bowl of dog food on the table, and said with a smile:

"Yo, what a coincidence, are you eating?"

The couple didn't know what was going on, but they also knew that this must be the owner of the house, the company's senior, so they nodded sneeringly.

The middle-aged man didn't see it, he took out a big bowl from the cupboard by himself, walked to the stove and filled himself with a bowl of egg fried rice, and then sat down opposite Yuan Fang.

"Welcome to my house, I'm sorry I didn't have time to clean up your new house."

said embarrassed words on his mouth, but there was no embarrassed expression on his face, Fang Yuan didn't dare to hold it up, and hurriedly said:

"It's okay, it's okay, that's fine......"

The middle-aged man grinned, looked at the monotonous dishes on the table again, put down the porcelain bowl in his hand, and stood up.

"When a guest comes, how can I be the host and eat ready-made."

As he spoke, he took off his casual suit and threw it on the nail nailed to the wall, then he took off his watch, unbuttoned his shirt at the cuffs, and pulled it upwards as if he was going to make a big move.

"No need to ......"

Fang Yuan hurriedly stood up and dissuaded.

"It's okay, it's going to be right away."

I saw the middle-aged man pick up the kitchen knife, out of nowhere to conjure up a few tomatoes, he skillfully chopped a few tomatoes into pieces and put them on a plate, and then sprinkled a lot of sugar, it took less than a minute in total, and it was really good immediately.

Putting the sugar-tossed tomatoes on the table, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief as if he had completed an important task.

"Hmm... A little bit of the friendship of the landlords, now you can have a meal. ”

The couple stared at the extra cold dishes on the table, thinking that this was really a "little table", and it was simply a waste of his previous complicated preparations.

"You... Do you usually eat this? ”

"Well, eat."

Uncle Shuai nodded naturally, as if eating a common meal was a matter of course, and he didn't have the consciousness of being a god at all.

"Are you also the creator god?"

"Nonsense."

The middle-aged man stopped the chopsticks that were picking candy in the cold dishes and looked at Fang Yuan with raised eyebrows.

"I was born in the eighties of the twentieth century on Earth, when the universe was created, and I was not yet born!"

"Then you're a god too, aren't you?"

The middle-aged man thought carefully when he heard this.

"The so-called gods are just relatively powerful creatures, so in this way, we are all gods."

"And you need to eat too?"

"Rice?"

The middle-aged man looked at the newlyweds with a smile.

"If it's food, it's really unnecessary, but it's not food."

"Not rice?"

Fang Yuan looked at the shiny rice in the bowl, if this is not rice, is it still dog food?

"That's right, I don't eat food, I eat love!"

"Love?"

The couple stared carefully at the egg fried rice on the table, but no matter how they looked at it, it didn't have the effect of red hearts.

Uncle Shuai didn't explain when he saw this, he shook his head with a smile and continued to pick up the food in his mouth.

"What's so delicious about the rice, you are still young, and you will understand it slowly in the future."

Yuan Fang was stunned for a long time as if he had come to his senses, he clapped his hands violently, and said to the middle-aged man opposite:

"I see, it's like drinking not wine, but feelings."

The middle-aged man squinted at him and nodded slightly.

"That's pretty much what it means."

It doesn't take much time to eat a bowl of rice, and after the three of them finished eating, the middle-aged man took out a large enamel tea jar and made tea, he is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, and he must know a lot of secrets of the company, Fang Yuan asked curiously:

"Didn't you say that the employees in the company were all creators?"

"It's not all, in addition to all kinds of transcendental beings, there are basically only two kinds of gods in the company, the first is the creation god you said, and the other is the corresponding god of destruction."

"God of World Destruction!"

The couple were shocked when they heard this fierce title, and hurriedly asked:

"Isn't the God of World Destruction very fierce and difficult to get along with?"

The middle-aged man laughed amusefully at the frightened expressions of the two.

"The so-called world-destroying gods are not what you imagine, they are formed by the obsession after the destruction of the universe, but not every universe will have obsession, so they are scarce in number, and they only have divinity and no divine power."

After listening to his explanation, Fang Yuan relieved his heart, a colleague without divine power must have a relatively gentle temperament and not be too difficult to get along with.

"Then you are the God of World Destruction?"

The middle-aged man knocked Fang Yuan's head with a teaspoon and said funny:

"Confused! You are from the earth, and you are still asking such strange questions, the time is not early, go and rest, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold! ”

The young couple retired, blushing, and the middle-aged man looked at the closed door and silently picked up the tea jar.

"Here, I have the only remaining humanity, may you abide by your heart......"