College student chef Mo Xiaoyu was unexpectedly selected by Heaven as the inheritor of the God of Cookery...
After a mission, as soon as I walked out of Lingxiao Palace, I was surrounded by a group of gods...
Wenquxing held up the memory book in his hand: "I'll change it to a chicken leg!"
The God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming, was all smiles: "How much do you want for a handful of meat?"
The longevity guy straightened up his posture and said, "Five hundred years of life for a meatball!"
Taishang Laojun also came to join in the fun with a plate of elixir: "Whatever you choose, I only want a piece of Dongpo meat!"
A burst of stick flowers flashed by, and Sun Wukong passed through the crowd: "Hey hey hey, all their things belong to you, I only want an assorted fruit plate!"
