I Was the God of Food in Ancient Times

Yuan Yang woke up in the morning and ate a bowl of dragon tongue soup that had been simmered for a long time. He was full of energy. Then he made a bowl of Qiongqi broth and drank it. He felt extremely comfortable. He walked to the yard and sat on the Qinglian Taoist platform. He held the iced flat peach juice in his hand and basked in the sun. Let me tell you, that golden crow boy flying in the sky, please adjust your temperature for me, otherwise I will cut your wings and make roasted wings. Guys outside the door, please stop queuing. The door is closed today. Dixianzhen Yuanzi, you are so filthy. You sneaked in and tried to steal the unicorn lion head I made, as well as the wall-climbing Zhunti. I have already told you that the Buddha jumping over the wall was not prepared for you. You still have to be shameless. Holy shit, these guys are so annoying. Yuan Yang picked up the kitchen knife and looked around. The group of people disappeared in an instant.