"Asama Shrine has been in charge of the transcendent affairs of Kyoto since thousands of years ago, and even the one from the Tsuchigomon family has studied at Asama Shrine."

To explain the problem of the New Year's Festival, Isayama Huangquan had to explain the history of Asama Shrine to Zhao Youqian, but fortunately she would try to shorten the nonsense.

"And the establishment of Asama Shrine is to worship the god Amaterasu and Mount Fumori."

"Today's New Year's Sacrifice is naturally also a sacrifice to these two."

"However, Amaterasu has already fallen into a deep sleep, so the main object of our sacrifice is Mount Fumori."

Isayama Huangquan pointed to the sky outside the business, where a touch of white peaks can be faintly seen, which is the most sacred place of the East Sakura, and it is also the Fusheng Mountain of the East Sakura Holy Mountain!

"Rich and spiritual, its name is Yaqi!"

Hearing this, Zhao Youqian showed a surprised and strange look.

"Yaki Orochi? Didn't you be killed by the royal husband back then? ”

Angrily gave Zhao Youqian a roll of his eyes, and Huangquan said helplessly.

"You really don't have any common sense, the Yaqi Snake is just the parasite of Yaqi, even if it is killed by the Imperial Husband, the soul will still return to the Fusheng Mountain."

"And Asama Shrine is to stabilize the spirit of Yagi, and the sacrifice is made every year, so for hundreds of years, there is no sign of activity in Fumori Mountain, and it has been sleeping until now."

Listening to Isayama Huangquan talking about the greatness of his Asama Shrine, anyway, Zhao Youqian is half-convinced, at least he can make Fusheng Mountain sleep as a volcano by relying on the New Year's sacrifice until now, he doesn't believe it, it's better to say that the royal husband goes to beat the mountain spirit every year...

But at this time, he didn't dare to offend Miss Isayama, who had a proud glint in her eyes, and nodded and listened and suddenly spoke.

"Then if someone wants to destroy the Kyoto Imperial Palace, shouldn't they just interrupt or even destroy the Asama Shrine Annual Festival?"

"Haven't you met such a person at Asama Shrine?"

Hearing this kind of question, Isayama Huangquan was also stunned for a moment, and then he thought of something, and his face darkened.

"It's not something you have to care about, but what the hell do you want to know? I've told you the origin of the festival! ”

Seeing Ishiyama Huangquan's face change, Zhao Youqian didn't know where he provoked her, and touched his head.

"I almost understand it, but no one really takes advantage of the New Year's Festival to do things? For example, if you get something particularly dangerous in the sacrificial dish? ”

glared at Zhao Youqian angrily, Isayama Huangquan didn't want to pay attention to this troublesome guy anymore.

"I'll leave if it's okay!"

said that he didn't wait for Zhao Youqian to stay anymore, so he left the shop briskly.

Zhao Youqian, who frowned, looked at the leaving Iyama Huangquan, revealing a trace of helplessness.

He really wanted to remind Isayama Huangquan that there was also Asama Shrine, but looking at it like this, Asama Shrine seemed to have inexplicable confidence in the safety of his annual festival...

"Mission: Complete the first series of tasks, the commercial street food competition, and the next series of tasks begins."

"Asama Shrine has been too stable in recent years.,Relax your vigilance.,This New Year's festival has been targeted by darkness.,Please host destroy the dark plan to protect the stable cooking world.,Depending on the results, rewards will be issued.。

"Note: No hints will be given during the process, whether or not the dark plan is ruined until the mission is completed!"

Seeing the task on the system interface, Zhao Youqian sighed.

He can't come to the door and say, "You're already thinking about the New Year festival at Asama Shrine, right?" Let's not say whether people believe it or not, can you come up with any real sources of information?

Exposing the system, even a great god like the imperial husband may not want to see the scenery of other worlds, right?

"It's all trouble!"

Shaking his head, he took the so-called trophies and bonuses and went back to his backyard.

Zhao Youqian was also blind to the transcendent realm at this time, and there was no way.

He may not be able to overpower everyone just by his cooking skills, not to mention who knows how the New Year's Festival should be held, in case it is everyone's food sacrificed together?

Isn't that the end of the calf?

After thinking about it, Zhao Youqian's eyes suddenly glanced at the acting Lord of the Hundred Ghosts on his status bar, and suddenly his expression moved and he had an idea.

"This..."

He suddenly spoke into the empty room, and at that moment, several figures appeared.

"Snow Maiden, I may be bothering you again this time."

swept past the bouncing Zashiki boy, and the bride hanging upside down on the roof, and finally Zhao Youqian's eyes fell on the figure of a woman in a white robe.

Although he didn't know what it was, when he communicated with the hundred ghosts in the past few days, he could clearly notice that their spiritual intelligence had begun to improve rapidly, especially the Snow Girl seemed to be almost no different from ordinary people, except that she couldn't speak.

"There seems to be some trouble with the New Year Festival at Asama Shrine, but you also saw that Asama Shrine is too careless, and please help me go and see if there are any strange things happening in Kyoto recently, and whether there are any outsiders watching at Asama Shrine."

Hearing Zhao Youqian's request, the Snow Girl did not hesitate much, nodded and disappeared directly into the room.

And the bride and the boy leaned over to Zhao Youqian, staring at him with big and small eyes, making him wonder if he had done something wrong.

Suddenly remembering that he didn't seem to have cooked at home today, Zhao Youqian, who had no choice but to get up and prepare to enter the kitchen, sighed.

"It's really a natural hard work!"

...

For the outside world, although there are a few quasi-special dishes in an entertainment competition, it is very amazing, but it can also just wake up the somewhat declining Dongying culinary world again.

Soon, the same glitter dish also appeared on other TV channels, making Zhao Youqian and others pay a lot less attention, and the discussion about this game has dropped a lot.

Occasionally, Xingping Chuangzhen would come to Zhao Youqian to have a discussion, but so far he has not won against Zhao Youqian once.

Zhao Youqian, who has already acquired new cooking skills, is also thinking about how to master the new cooking skills as soon as possible, and the countdown to upgrade the shop displayed on the system has finally ended after the finals!

Just for a moment, Zhao Youqian didn't notice any difference in his shop, but there was a slight difference in the dark, the biggest difference may be that there is another wooden door that only he can see in the original door.

Sensing that something was calling him behind the wooden door, Zhao Youqian pushed the door directly.

Immediately after that, as if he had entered a food space, a new small shop appeared in front of him.

"This is the upgraded Heavenly Food Space?"

Zhao Youqian muttered and looked at everything around him, and the prompt on the system interface had already sounded.

"Please note that the space here is isolated from the outside world, and it is completely imitated one-to-one according to the outside space, which can carry visitors from all over the world to enjoy food at the same time, and if you need to expand the space, you only need 100 points per square meter."

Inexplicably, he felt that the system was not a gold-swallowing beast, and he would have to eat his points in such a situation, but Zhao Youqian quickly put these behind him and began to check the kitchen utensils and ingredients.

According to the system prompt he sees, the ingredients of the day will be automatically and completely synchronized here.

While he was still rummaging through the freezer, a pleasant wind chime rang.

"Jingle bell..."