No One Told Me That Gods Can Also Make Rice Bowls.

The gods have come, the world is in chaos, and everyone is in danger. When others saw the angel falling, their reaction was: Run! Or, kneel down and pray! My reaction was: Tsk, the meat at the base of this wing is the strongest. It's a pity that it wasn't bled when it fell off, so the meat would definitely be fishy. When others get a drop of divine blood, they will either awaken their superpowers or explode on the spot. I mixed some light soy sauce and dark soy sauce, added star anise leaves, and made a pot of secret marinade. Others formed the Knights Templar, wearing the Holy Light and shouting to punish all evil in the world. I silently brought out a plate of "Stir-fried Holy Light Squid Tentacles in Typhoon Shelter" that had just come out of the pot, and asked them politely: "Brother, would you like to add minced garlic? Our exclusive secret recipe makes it so fragrant." As a result, my Baiji Noodle House became the weirdest restricted area in the apocalypse. Many years later, when people honored me as "the divine chef" and "the patron saint of mortals", I just wanted to light a cigarette, look up at the sky, and ask from the bottom of my heart: "No one really told me at the beginning that gods can also be made into rice bowls! If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have added coriander to the first pot of soup!"