Since Keqing still had something to do, Lin Chen handed Paimon over to Ying's back.

"Be careful on the road, I'll be home right away."

Lin Chen waved his hand.

Ying pursed her thin lips and whispered, "You also come back early, pay attention to safety." ”

Lin Chen smiled and nodded in agreement.

After saying goodbye to Ying, Lin Chen and Xiangling Guoba went straight to Yujing Terrace together.

Ke Qing was looking at the statue of the god in Yujingtai thoughtfully.

What is more surprising is that Grandma Ping actually came to the side of the Stove God statue.

Moreover, the boulder, which was not clear what it was, had somehow shattered the debris of its appearance, revealing its true face.

"Huh? Master, what's going on, this, this statue, why is it like a pot? ”

Guoba also scratched the bear's head suspiciously, "Lu? Lu Lu~"

"Hehe, the spicy pork wotou that you made before has already been eaten, right?"

Grandma Ping said with a kind smile, but she didn't answer the question.

Xiangling nodded, "I went back to Wanmin Hall to make it, and my father ate a lot of this dish." ”

"Hehe, then think about it, spicy meat wowotou, what is the intersection with the pot?"

Madame Ping is kind and seductive.

Xiangling bit her fingers, "That's right! I remember! The day I met the pot, I made the dish of spicy pork wo wo tou! ”

"Encounter the pot?" Keqing wondered.

She hadn't heard Xiangling discuss the details of meeting Guoba.

"Hmmm! Guoba and I met in a cave, and that day I went to the cave to hide from the rain, and when I saw that there was an empty table inside, I put the spicy pork nest I brought with me. ”

Xiangling scratched her head, "Then, I overslept, and when I woke up, I found that the pot was next to me..."

"He also ate all the spicy meat, and he has been with me ever since, and it has become my family."

Lin Chen understood, it seemed that it was this spicy meat nest that attracted the pot, and then the statue of the god of the stove cracked on its own.

"Hehe, do you understand, the pot is the god of the stove you are looking for - the "Demon God of the Stove"."

"Wow! Guoba, how can Guoba be a demon god! ”

Xiangling looked at the pot in shock, only to see him raise his short fat bear head and look at his Stove God statue seriously.

"The so-called god of the stove has always been a god close to the people who acts according to people's wishes."

Madame Ping looked at the statue of the god of the stove, as if she had a memory.

Then he smiled and lowered his head and touched the bear head of the pot: "How does it feel to see the idol of your heyday?" Look at him, he's still so majestic. ”

"Pot ...... What did he go through? ”

Keqing couldn't help but ask.

"He, the former Guoba, has dedicated all his wisdom and power to the land of Liyue."

Madame Ping sighed softly.

"I've heard the saying that the demon god dedicates his power to the land, but how does it work?"

Keqing felt that she had touched the edge of the knife plot, but she still chose to continue to ask.

"The Demon God of the Stove" Marcosius, born from the sparks caused by the collision of stones, he is in charge of the fire and people's livelihood, and is a very close demon god."

"A thousand years ago, the ancients expanded the city and established settlements on the plains, which they named 'Gui Liyuan'."

"Is that how the name 'Returnee' came from?" Keqing muttered.

"Create gods and cherish people's livelihood, and infiltrate thousands of households to help live and cook and help people reunite."

"However, a flood took away people's homes, and the flood destroyed Guiliji, forcing the displaced residents to move back to Liyue Harbor. ”

"During the stormy wind and rain on the way, and the residents were hungry and cold, the god of the stove made a kind of food made of naan and dampness to avoid the cold, for human consumption......"

"Until later, for hundreds of years, there were disasters and diseases on the earth, and the god of the hearth brought all his strength into the land once and for all, and since then the disaster has been quelled......"

Grandma Ping looked at the stupid appearance of the pot, and didn't know where to take out the spicy meat nest, and fed him some with a smile.

"After that."

After feeding, Grandma Ping looked at the silent crowd and continued: "The Stove God's intellect has greatly decreased, and his body has become smaller and smaller, and I still remember that when we finally said goodbye, he was no more than one person tall. ”

“……”

Speechless.

After a long time, Xiangling half-squatted down and hugged the pot, with a trace of tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Guoba, you ......"

Speaking of this, Xiangling sobbed slightly, and was speechless.

"Alas. Xiangling, look away, everything has two sides, although the pot is not intellectual, but it is also carefree. ”

Grandma Ping explained.

"As long as you treat him well, eat and drink with him, and make him happy every day."

"Hmmm! Master, I remember! ”

Xiangling wiped her tears, "I will, I and Guoba will never be separated!" ”

"Xiang Phosphorus, you are a person with fairy fate, and it is a recognition of you that the pot follows you."

Keqing encouraged, "Guoba woke up from a long time, but he still remembered the dish he invented and recognized your craftsmanship, which shows that your cooking skills are very good." ”

"Hehe, exactly."

Grandma Ping shook her head and smiled kindly, "Okay, I have been busy for a day today, and the time is not early, so I will leave first." ”

"Master, go slowly!"

Xiangling and Guoba waved goodbye to Grandma Ping.

Originally, she wanted to invite Grandma Ping to her house to sit down, but thinking about her unconscious father, who was already drunk, she still dispelled this idea.

"I really didn't expect that after being busy for so long, I wanted to find the god of the stove, but the god of the stove turned out to be by our side."

Keqing said with emotion.

Lin Chen also felt a little bored.

He also thought that there would be some plot of Guoba in the Moon Festival, but it only revealed the identity of Guoba.

Even if he hadn't done this event, he knew that the pot was the god of the stove, Marcosius.

It's been a lot of work.

"Now that it's over, it's time for us to go home."

Lin Chen didn't have anything else to do, and decided to go home, so he said.

"Well, me too, I'm running the Stove God business today, and I've got a lot of official documents backlogged."

Keqing said with a slight headache.

"See you tomorrow!"

Xiangling was still full of energy, and patted the stupid bear head of the Stove God, "Guoba, say goodbye." ”

"Lulu!"

"Okay, goodbye Xiangling, of course, so is the pot."

Lin Chen said goodbye to Keqing and waved his hand with a smile.

Today's one-day harvest can't be completely absent, at least I ate a lot of delicious food.

He also let Shenhe stay for a few more days.

"Wow, I forgot to ask Zhongli how to explain it to the immortals."

Lin Chen patted his head and almost forgot about it.

If Zhongli, the old man, had only been hastily brought over, would Shenhe still appear when the group of Jade Pavilions were rebuilt?

Bah!

Zhongli, you give me back Shenhe!