Seeing that his chef was still vibrant, Lu Shiyuan was relieved, and after chatting with Bullock for a few more words, he asked her to go back with Diona and the others.

At this time, Ke Qing walked over, stopped Ying, Xiangling, and him and Lu Qianji, who were about to leave, and invited: "Since the Chef King Championship has ended, then you might as well go with me to see the statue of the Stove God, maybe it will change because of the popularity of this game." ”

Everyone readily agreed, and walked together to the location of the statue of the god of the hearth, only to see that the stone shell of the round and smooth stone had completely fallen off, revealing its true appearance.

It was a mighty bear.

The Vesta God is a bear.

Everyone was amazed at this result, but the facts were in front of them, and they could not believe it.

Paimon looked the Stove Statue up and down, his big eyes shining with wisdom, "Wait, how do I feel like this Idol is familiar?" ”

"Oh? Paimon, you know about ancient times?! Lu Qianzhi looked at the floating little guy in surprise.

"I don't know, but it feels so familiar." Paimon pondered seriously, "Could it be that I'm really some god from ancient times who happened to meet the god of the hearth?" ”

"Hehe, don't be stupid!" Lu Shiyuan ruthlessly dismantled the stage and said, "Everyone present should feel familiar with the shape of this statue!" ”

"That's true." Keqing nodded seriously.

"Because ......" Lu Shiyuan pointed to the pot beside Xiangling with one hand, "It's exactly the same as the Stove God statue!" ”

Hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to the pot and suddenly realized.

No wonder there is a strange sense of familiarity.

"What, it's a pot." Paimon hung his head in frustration, "You thought I was special." ”

"Okay, you're the most special." Lu Shiyuan touched Paimon's head and comforted him perfunctorily.

"But why does the god of the stove look the same as the pot?" Lu Qianshi compared the two and fell into deep thought.

"Alright, don't guess the kids." At this time, an old and gentle voice came from far and near, and everyone turned their heads to see that it was Grandma Ping.

"Master!" Xiangling beckoned happily. Everyone also greeted each other.

Grandma Ping smiled and nodded, came to everyone's side, looked up at the statue of the god of the stove, and her eyes were full of remembrance.

After a while, she came back to her senses and pointed to the pot: "Maybe you have all noticed that the pot has something to do with the god of the stove, and the old woman can tell you that you guessed a little, because the pot is the god of the stove." ”

Then, scenes of ancient times slowly unfolded under the narration of Grandma Ping.

Maxius, the demon god of the hearth, was born from the spark struck by the collision of stones, and he is in charge of the fire and people's livelihood, and loves mankind.

It incarnates into tens of millions of homes to cook for the people, and later, when a flood caused by demon gods and celestial phenomena destroyed one of the largest settlements of the Liyue people, Guiliji, and the people were forced to move back to Liyue Harbor, sheltered by immortals on the way, but the continuous storm made the return of the people too difficult.

During this period, the god of the stove invented the delicacy of "spicy meat wo tou", which is not only anti-hunger, but also easy to carry, so that people can eat enough and not go hungry on the road.

In the following centuries, as the war of the demon gods drew to a close, a large number of demon gods died in battle, and the resentment of the demon gods led to natural and man-made disasters in the land of Liyue.

The god of the stove resolutely poured all his strength into the earth to quell the disaster, and his own intellect was greatly reduced, leaving the world and falling into a deep sleep.

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nbsp; It wasn't until a few years ago that it met Xiangling, who was hiding in the cave to hide from the rain, and after eating the spicy meat wotou made by Xiangling, it identified Xiangling and followed her to this day.

After the story was finished, the eyes of everyone looking at the simple and cute pot in front of them suddenly became a little different.

They had great admiration for the Stove God who had given everything for Liyue.

Moreover, the god of the hearth does not need sympathy, although it has almost lost its intellect, but it lives an incomparably open-minded and happy life, which is the result of its own choice, and now it seems that it has made the right choice.

After learning about the past and present life of the Stove God, everyone's inner doubts have been answered, and their mood is suddenly brightened.

So, Xiangling couldn't wait to say: "Master, and everyone, it's rare that everyone is here, why don't you go to Wanmin Hall with me for a meal, I want to thank you well." ”

Xiangling's eyes were hot, so that everyone couldn't afford to refuse, so she agreed with a smile.

So, everyone walked through the market, enjoyed the beautiful scenery on the street, and swam to Wanmin Hall.

After entering the store, everyone took their seats, and Xiangling slipped into the kitchen and got busy.

After a while, one dish after another was served on the table, and when the dishes were almost ready, another person came in outside the door, it was Zhongli!

"Looks like I'm here at the right time." Zhongli said with a smile. Beside him, there was still a pot standing.

It was clear that Zhongli had been brought in by the pot.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and your skin is thicker." Lu Shiyuan secretly complained in his heart.

However, he didn't slack off at all, and quickly pulled a stool: "Mr. Zhongli came just in time, please sit down, you see if you want to eat something, I will ask Xiangling to do it." ”

"No need." After Zhongli sat down with his clothes, he shook his head and said, "On such a special day, everyone is happiest when they sit together and gather, and it is not beautiful to only pay attention to the food." ”

"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhongli is right." Lu Shiyuan hurriedly took the lead in echoing a sentence, and shouted at Xiangling, "Xiangling, the food is almost enough, you can quickly sit down and eat." ”

It's not chilling to shoot the sycophants of your own rock god.

"Okay, Brother Lu." The girl's clear voice sounded, and after a while, she wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen and took her seat.

After the people gathered, everyone finally moved the chopsticks, those who could drink wine drank wine, and those who could not drink wine replaced wine with tea.

……

The Moon Festival is a festival of reunion, during which even merchant ships that are far away from the sea will stop at port, and the captain and crew will return to their respective homes to reunite with their families.

However, now that a full week has passed since the lunar festival, even if they are reluctant to be separated from their loved ones, it is time for the workers to return to work.

Correspondingly, the crew returned to their merchant ships to prepare for the voyage.

This includes the largest fleet in Liyue Harbor, the Southern Cross Fleet, and recently their captain and sister, Beidou, are holding an event called the "Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament" in Lone Cloud Pavilion, where the prize for the champion is an empty shell of the Vision.

The restriction of the martial arts meeting is that only people who do not have a vision are allowed to participate, and Lu Shiyuan cannot go even if he learns that the competition is held. However, Ying herself did not have a vision and was invited to participate.

If nothing else, the champion of this Southern Cross Martial Arts Conference is that she didn't run.

He knew this plot, and he also knew that after the Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament was over, Ying would set off for Inazuma.

Therefore, Lu Shiyuan has already begun to plan how to infiltrate the Southern Cross fleet.

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