I feed on gods.

Chapter 9 Fragrant Kitchen

Miss Li and the others ran over following the scent, as eager as wild dogs that have been hungry for half a month and want to grab food.

This is clearly abnormal.

Lin Baici yelled several times, but he couldn't stop them, so he knew that it was another god's taboo.

Five minutes later, all panting, they rushed into a compound and stopped in front of a fasting hall.

Above the gate of the Zhaitang, there is a plaque of "Xiangji Kitchen".

"canteen?"

Lin Baici sniffed, as if someone was cooking porridge,

good smell!

Hua Yue and the others pushed the door open and entered.

Crunch!

The door hinge made a toothache sound.

Lin Baici was not tempted by the scent, he could have left, but he hesitated for a moment, stepped over the one-foot-high threshold, and followed in.

boom!
The door closed immediately after Lin Baici entered.

Lin Baici turned his head and tugged at the wooden door.

very tight,

Can't open it!
This dining hall, called Xiangji Kitchen, is very large, with fifty rectangular tables and wooden benches, which can accommodate six to seven hundred people at the same time.

On the north side is the kitchen. No one is busy, but there is a strong aroma of porridge.

The old aunt found an empty seat and sat down, then started calling Lin Baici.

"Bai Ci, come and sit down!"

There were a lot of people in Xiangji Kitchen, Lin Baici glanced at them, there were probably nearly a hundred of them, but they all looked terrified and didn't have the mood to speak.

In front of each of them, there is a large bowl containing purple eight-treasure porridge.

No matter the color or aroma, they are very attractive, and people want to drink until they are full just by taking a look at it.

"Seven guests, each with a bowl of porridge!"

A bold female voice resounded in the dining hall.

It gave Lin Baici the feeling that he entered Liangshan Sun Erniang's black shop. Maybe someone rushed out in the next second, hacked them to death, and made stuffed buns.

Out of caution, others should ask about the current situation, but Kim Young-jin and the others are so preoccupied with 'eating' that they can't care about anything else.

Lin Baici could only come by himself.

He first glanced around, and then looked at the gray-haired man in his sixties sitting three meters diagonally across from him.

"Master, what's going on here?"

Lin Baici was very polite, but the uncle picked up the bowl, took a sip of the porridge, ignored him, and started talking to Hua Yueyu instead.

"Beauty, why do you look so familiar to me?"

This uncle often watches live broadcasts, and he likes this kind of little girl the most.

It would be better to wear less.

[An old and disrespectful old critic who watches live broadcasts for nothing. He often pretends to be a rich man and flirts with female anchors, but he is actually a cheapskate. Every time he goes to the supermarket, he has to order something. There is a heart attack on the ground! 】

[Attention, if you see him fall, don't help him, you will be blackmailed! 】

[It is recommended to feed the dog after charcoal burning! 】

Ghoul God commented on Sanlian, saying that what the old man said was useless.

Hua Yueyu didn't hear the old man's words at all, and stretched her neck, staring straight at the kitchen, eager to see through.

Jin Yingzhen and the old aunt are similar.

Everyone didn't have to wait for a long time, and a cook came out with a red lacquer tray in stride.

There are seven bowls of porridge on it.

The bowl is so big that it can hold a person's head.

When Lin Baici saw this cook, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The other party was wearing clean starched sackcloth, an apron, and a white square handkerchief wrapped around his head.

Her hands and feet are nimble, and she has a friendly smile on her face, but she is about two meters tall, with a thick back and a waist, and her arms are thick enough to run a horse.

Lin Baici believes that when faced with this kind of cook, what diners think about is definitely not how to eat the king's meal, but whether they can get out alive after eating.

"Seven bowls of Fu Lu Shou Xi porridge!"

As the cook stretched her pitch and sang loudly, ton ton ton, a bowl of porridge was placed in front of the seven of Lin Baici.

Steaming hot, porridge filled the air, people can't help but move their index fingers.

"You slow down!"

After the cook finished shouting, she put the tray on her lower abdomen with both hands, and retreated to the side very virtuously, looking at everyone with a smile.

Jin Yingzhen and the others couldn't wait any longer. They didn't even use wooden spoons, but directly picked up the large bowl and poured it into their mouths.

Even though he bared his teeth and yelled, he didn't stop drinking the porridge.

"..."

The corners of Lin Baici's mouth twitched as he watched.

The cook was very satisfied, but seeing that Lin Baici didn't move, the smile on her face immediately disappeared: "You...don't you want to drink?"

"It's hot, let's cool down!"

Lin Baici was perfunctory.

"Drink it hot, it tastes better!"

The cook explained.

"I'm afraid of being hot!"

Lin Baici squeezed out a smile.

"hey-hey!"

The uncle looked at Lin Baici with gloating face, waiting to see his bad luck.

Someone didn't drink the porridge just now, but the cook forcefully opened her mouth and poured it all in like pouring swill into a trash can.

"I'll help you!"

After the cook finished speaking, she put the tray on the dining table and stood in front of Lin Baici with one step, rolled up her sleeves, ready to help him drink the porridge.

How dare Lin Baici let this cook do it, and quickly picked up the big bowl: "No, I can!"

snort!

Lin Baici took a sip of porridge.

Gan!
So hot!

The cook smiled again, put down her sleeves, and picked up the plate.

"Don't worry, drink enough!"

After speaking, the cook went to the kitchen.

Lin Baici waited until the cook turned around, then immediately lowered her head and spit the porridge into the bowl.

Does anyone know if there is a problem with this thing?
He certainly didn't drink it.

Lin Baici was very cautious, with his mouth next to the sea bowl, and he kept peeking at the cook's back. If the other party found him spitting porridge, he would immediately take another sip.

By the way, there is actually a kitchen knife pinned to the back of the cook?

Kind of scary.

The cook didn't look back until she entered the kitchen.

Lin Baici felt relieved and looked at the others.

The six of Jin Yingzhen were drinking porridge, and while they were drinking, they told Lin Baici to have a quick taste.

"Stop drinking!"

Lin Baici advised,
Useless.

"Why can you bear it?"

The uncle looked at Lin Baici in shock, dumbfounded.

The eight people at the same table had the same expression.

The porridge was so fragrant, everyone realized something was wrong after drinking it to their fullest. Before that, their minds were full of thoughts of drinking porridge.

Lin Baici ignored the old man.

He has a sense of hunger, but not for this bowl of porridge, but wants to 'eat' something in the kitchen.

The uncle's eyes fell on the pine torch, and then returned to Lin Baici, sizing him up carefully.

this kid,
The willpower is so strong, anyway, he couldn't hold it back just now, he looked like a starved ghost reincarnated when he drank porridge, and now his stomach is so full that he feels like throwing up.

[The people depend on food, drink porridge!drink porridge! 】

Lin Baici was relieved a lot when he heard the words of God of God. It seems that the porridge is fine and can be drunk.

In the dining hall, everyone was sitting on wooden benches, drinking porridge with embarrassing faces. Some people were obviously full, but they didn't dare to stop, so they could only force their mouths.

They are all out of control and attracted by the fragrance.

"Could it be that within a certain period of time, if you can't finish this bowl of porridge, you will be killed?"

Analysis of Lin Baici.

"Hey, why don't you drink it? It's delicious!"

Sima Mu was surprised to see that Lin Baici didn't move. He had already finished his drink, so he picked up the bowl and licked the remaining rice grains with his tongue.

"Not hungry!"

Lin Baici noticed that Sima Mu was not fully focused on the porridge because he drank a bowl and stuffed his stomach.

Jin Yingzhen didn't have a big appetite, he couldn't eat anymore, and the speed of drinking porridge slowed down obviously, but Hua Yueyu, who didn't realize it, turned out to be a big eater.

"I advise you to drink it quickly. When the cook comes out later, she will cut off your head when she sees that you haven't eaten the porridge!"

Seeing that Lin Baici didn't drink a mouthful of porridge, the uncle felt very upset, so he deliberately frightened him.

In case this Fu Lu Shou Xi porridge is harmful to the body, if this kid didn't drink it, wouldn't he have escaped a catastrophe?
This will not work!

If you want to die, everyone will die together.

"Don't bother you, I have a bad stomach and can't eat. I think the cook will be understanding!"

Lin Baici chuckled.

This old man has a dark heart.

After Sima Mu finished his porridge, he just put down the bowl, and after a full burp, the cook came out with a bowl of porridge.

It was still as big as a sea bowl, and it was placed on the table in front of Sima Mu.

"Can you tell how many ingredients are in this sukiyaki porridge?"

The cook blinked her billiard-sized eyes and looked at Sima Mu expectantly.

"I can't drink it!"

Sima Mu shook his head, who can drink it?

He glanced at the hot porridge in the bowl. There were red dates that were almost rotten, longan, peanuts, and various beans.

do not know.

The cook looked disappointed, but she still forced a smile: "It's okay, drink slowly, admit slowly, don't worry!"

Lin Baici frowned upon hearing this.

Is it possible that if you want to live, you guess how many ingredients are in this porridge porridge?
The cook was about to leave, but when she glanced at the porridge bowl in front of Lin Baici, she immediately stopped and stared, "Why don't you drink it?"

When the cook said this, she stretched her right hand behind her waist and grabbed the handle of the kitchen knife.

'Hehe, if you have the ability, don't drink any more! '

Uncle is comfortable.

"I drank it, savoring it carefully!"

Lin Baici explained: "I want to relish the flavor of every ingredient in it on the tip of my tongue!"

When the cook heard this, she immediately beamed with joy, and asked excitedly, "Have you tasted anything?"

"Taste five kinds for the time being!"

Lin Baici glanced at it, and reported several ingredients that he could recognize.

"Uh-huh!"

The cook hurriedly nodded, very satisfied: "You are the first among today's diners to taste the Fu Lu Shou Xi porridge seriously. I will serve you another bowl of hot porridge. Don't worry, drink it and keep your fill!"

"Thank you!"

Lin Baici was very polite.

The uncle was dumbfounded, and the diners at the tables next to him were also dumbfounded.

Drinking porridge in this incense product kitchen is suffering, comparable to being tortured, but this one is so good that he even asks for it?
"The ignorant are really fearless!"

A woman with dyed red hair sneers.

"Is this what made him hide?"

Uncle was speechless.

The student's response surprised him, especially seeing that the cook believed his evil and didn't force him to drink the bowl of hot porridge, which made him very upset.

But when the cook brought another bowl, put it in front of Lin Baici, and told him to drink it quickly, the uncle was happy.

Let's see how it ends if you can't finish drinking later!

Jin Yingzhen and the others drank more than half a bowl of porridge, their strong appetite decreased, and their rationality returned to their brains, and then they broke out in cold sweat all of a sudden, feeling terrified.

No matter how stupid they are, they are aware of that weird feeling.

"Oba, what should I do?"

Jin Yingzhen looked at Lin Baici eagerly.

Whether everyone can live or not depends on you.

The same is true for the female anchor, the old aunt, and Miss Li. Lin Baici is now the hope of the whole village.

(End of this chapter)