Grandma Ping's words shocked everyone, a demon god who sacrificed for the people was actually by everyone's side.

The people's minds could not be calmed for a long time.

Guoba was still looking at his statue and didn't move for a long time.

And Grandma Ping looked at the pot deeply and said calmly:

"You mentioned to us that eating and drinking is a grand event in the world, because to eat is to eat the best aura, and to drink is to drink the essence of heaven and earth."

"You said that this is the most important thing, life in the world has to eat a full belly to hurry, eat and drink for a lifetime, small or big."

"Say small, you can take a pot of corn intestines and draw sweet spring water from the stone; Say big, you can take a pot of stars and moon drinks, and walk the road of the world for thousands of years. ”

"Old friend, in the days you have been sleeping, Liyue has become so prosperous and beautiful. Are you happy? ”

Grandma Ping's kind voice made everyone feel nostalgic that such a demon god was willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of the people.

He is willing to pour all his strength, just to let the people of Li enjoy a peaceful life.

At this time, Xiangling buried her head and whispered to herself:

"Pot. Why don't you tell me about such an important matter?"

The pot tilted his head, his eyes narrowed into a crescent shape.

"Luhu~~"

Guoba: I want to say too, but I can't speak, hey!

Paimon next to him explained for Guoba:

"He's not what he used to be, and now he can't even speak, so he can't tell you."

"Pot. You. You. Alas. ”

Xiangling wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything, so she could only sigh heavily.

She didn't expect that the pot that had been following her had such a big origin, and it was the legendary god of the stove.

Guoba shook his head, as if he thought of something happy, and let out a happy laugh.

"Luhu~~"

Although it used to be Marcosius, the demon god of the hearth, now it is Xiangling's best companion.

is also her best family, Guoba.

Once: Pot, Spitfire!

Now: Mark Hughes, Daedric Breath!

Grandma Ping laughed and said, "Don't be sad, Xiangling. There are two sides to everything, although the pot is not as intellectual as before, but it also throws away its troubles and is truly carefree. ”

"Is there any one between heaven and earth who has no troubles? We have the knowledge and the mind, and we are naturally confused about all kinds of things. But he has gone further than us, with both wisdom and courage, picked it up and put it down. Now this relaxed body is proof that he is resting. ”

"If you treat him well, you should take care of him more, walk with him, eat, drink and be merry."

Grandma Ping's words went to Xiangling's heart, and she nodded again and again, making up her mind.

"Uh-huh! I will! I'm going to do it."

Keqing on the side also smiled: "Xiangling, you are a person with immortal fate, and it is your recognition that Guoba follows you." Just woke up from a long sleep and found a familiar taste in a spicy meat nest, even after so long, he remembered the dish he invented and approved of the dish you made. ”

"Yes, when you eat hometown food, you will think of your hometown. Even if you can't remember the past, Guoba felt kind when he ate the food you cooked, so he followed you. Grandma Ping also said with a smile.

Keqing's tone was filled with emotion: "Perhaps, it was you who made the Stove God experience the happiness of being a pure diner for the first time." You really are a good cook. ”

Ying agreed with Keqing's statement: "I also like the dishes made by Xiangling!" ”

Everyone's words also made Xiangling get out of the initial shock, she smiled:

"If that's the case, that's great, because bringing smiles to the faces of diners is what we chefs do."

A few people chatted and sighed a lot.

Who would have thought that such a cute pot was actually the legendary demon god?

No, Ying's eyes stared at a person who had been silent: "Wang Daoyi!!! ”

Ying's voice seemed to be murderous: "You knew the identity of Guoba from the beginning, you must want to laugh when you see us running around these days!" ”

Ying's voice alarmed Xiangling, and the girl looked at Wang Daoyi, thinking about the other party having been holding the pot and playing for the past few days, and there was also a suspicious look in her eyes: "Brother Daoyi, you."

Ke Qing also looked at Wang Daoyi with a shocked face, she didn't expect that there was a person next to her who might have known the truth a long time ago.

Grandma Ping also looked at Wang Daoyi, with a smile in her eyes, the youngest family member of the emperor was so enduring, and no news was revealed to Xiangling.

"Oh, I've seen through it!" Wang Daoyi stretched, he was about to fall asleep just now, "I'm also for your good!" ”

The girls had murderous eyes in their eyes: "You'd better give us an explanation!" ”

They were very angry, this guy, he actually knew everything from the beginning, and then watched them running around like this, it was so hateful.

"Pot, Marcosius, the demon god of the stove." Wang Daoyi didn't care about the murderous eyes of the girls, and began to narrate indifferently.

"The god of the hearth was born from the sparks struck by the collision of stones. He is in charge of the fire and the people's livelihood, and is a demon god who loves human beings.

Thousands of years ago, in order to expand the city, the people of Liyue left Liyue to establish a settlement on the plains, and named it Guiliji.

And the god of the stove cherishes the people's livelihood, and sneaks into thousands of households to help make fires and cook and help people reunite.

In the following hundreds of years, disasters and diseases occurred on the earth, and the god of the hearth no longer appeared frequently, but merged all his power into the land to quell all kinds of disasters.

The Stove God's intellect has greatly decreased, and his body has become very small. When I finally said goodbye to people, I was no longer more than one person tall. He told the emperor about the recipes and the secrets of the fire, and he went to the mountains and forests to sleep for a long time.

The god of the stove resigned from this life, and the pot was born. On the day he woke up, he ate the spicy pork wotou made by the girl in yellow, although he couldn't remember the past, he was moved and decided to follow this girl. ”

Wang Daoyi gently told the story of the god of the stove becoming a pot and meeting Xiangling again.

Everyone was attracted by the story, and Xiangling even thought of the joy of meeting Guoba at the beginning, the original murderous aura dissipated, and Wang Dao was a little proud at his sight, hum, he will also be the king of mouth cannons in the future.

Then his eyes changed, and he looked at everyone with a very serious look.

"The reason why I don't tell you is that I want you to find it, to find it, and through your own efforts, to make this statue reappear in the world."

"Only in this way will the story of Maxius be remembered by everyone, and it will be a story that you will never forget, and not an anecdote casually told by a friend."

"Only by experiencing and experiencing it will we know how to cherish it, that He once lost his memory and strength for Liyue, leaving only a weak form, and now, it is our turn to remember His story!"

In Wang Daoyi's voice, everyone recalled the experience along the way, they had paid too much effort in the investigation these days, and the story of the Stove God was firmly engraved in their memories along with these efforts.

Long

"Okay, if you convince me, for the sake of the pot's face, I'll let you go." Ke Qing showed a smile, and then said to everyone, "Okay, it's not too early, I still have something to do, I have to say goodbye to you." Traveler, Paimon, Xiangling, thank you. I'll come back to you when I have time. ”

Keqing didn't say much, but still the same as before, resolute and left the place.

Glaring at Wang Daoyi, Xiangling also spoke: "Although Dad may have heard about it, I also have to go home to report the good news." ”

Then respectfully invited Grandma Ping: "Speaking of which, the master hasn't been to our house for dinner for a long time, so let's go back together." Dad has always remembered you, and always asked me to invite you to sit at home. ”

Grandma Ping smiled kindly: "Oh, then I might as well be respectful." ”

"Let's go, walk slowly down this old road, go down the mountain, and see what everyone in the city is busy with."

"Hey, I'm holding you!" Those who escaped, Wang Mouth Cannon Master Daoyi, immediately followed.

Behind her, Ying smiled disdainfully at Wang Daoyi's back, she had just deliberately broken the truth that Wang Daoyi had concealed.

Who made him and Zhongli be the Riddler all the time.

The girl who succeeded in revenge was happy.

There will be no large-scale plot chapters after the Moon Festival

(End of chapter)