Yuan Shen: After the emperor abdicates, I will be in charge of Liyue

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, your dishes will be ready soon. As compensation, how about I give you two hard dishes."

Zhong Li smiled and nodded: "Thank you very much."

Guoba fell in the fight with Xiangling, and was downgraded from a helper to a ruthless fire-making tool from a young age.

"You can see it now."

Moyu Shuangshen nodded thoughtfully.

Just now, Ai Yi quietly touched Xiangling's God's Eye, and the energy fluctuations emanating from it were not pure fire elements, but mixed with a trace of 'fireworks'.

Because they are not fire gods, they can't see through the eyes of the gods of the fire element at a glance, so they haven't discovered it and haven't thought about it.

Maxius, or crispy rice, it's not that it has no authority, but puts its authority on Xiangling.

To be precise, its authority lies in Xiangling's God's Eye.

The authority is the demon god's body, and the demon god's memory, power, and ability are all in the authority, but the rice cake that handed over the authority obviously remembers the past, but just pretends not to remember.

Wendy pondered for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so she could only wonder, "How did he do it?"

"It's very simple, you only need to break the authority into the eye of God at the moment the eye of God is formed."

"Of course, the premise is that the person being injected must have a perfect compatibility with the authority. That is to say, the reason why the person being injected is born with the God's Eye must be the same as the essence of the authority of the demon god."

"Maxius is in charge of the fire, and the essence of authority is fireworks, that is, the expectations that all living beings place in food, and Xiangling is the one who can truly accept expectations."

Ai Yi stopped talking, and watched Xiangling coming with three plates of steaming food.

"Your stir-fried pork slices, squirrel fish, and bacon steamed buns are here~ Wanmintang's special boiled fish, fragrant tender pepper chicken, and almond tofu have to wait a little longer. Call me if you have anything to do."

Ai Yi said right then: "Little cook, have another piece of Jueyun crispy rice! I want a big one!"

"Okay, but the crispy rice of Jueyun is not mine~"

Ai Yi pretended not to hear: "Jie Jie Jie, I'm going to taste the taste of this crispy rice today."

Chapter 117 The Memory of the Earth

Xiangling was amused, and returned to the kitchen with a smile.

The villainous smile on Ai Yi's face gradually faded, and he returned to a calm look: "Perfect craftsmanship, enthusiasm for food, and generous responses."

"In the past, people needed to make a fire to cook, so the Stove Demon God was born in Mars. He transformed into a clone and sneaked into thousands of households, helping people make fire and cook, and help people reunite."

"And now the world is peaceful, the fire has spread to thousands of households, and no one will starve to death anymore, but human expectations for food have not diminished."

"People want to make food more delicate and delicious, to obtain higher nutrition from food, and to express their feelings in food."

Ai Yi looked at the scene around him.

Ai Yi doesn't know about restaurants in other places, but Wanmintang is always a scene of bustle.

Especially when Xiangling was on duty, it was overcrowded, and some people even brought their own tables and chairs, sat down outside the street, and chatted with friends and family while tasting delicious food.

The food of Manmintang dissolves the gap between people's hearts and becomes a bridge for people to communicate.

"Perhaps in the view of Maxius, the current Demon God of the Stove should be like this."

"There is no problem with my arrangement. I preserved Maxius's intelligence and allowed him to have sufficient self-awareness. According to my plan, after he is awakened, he should be able to feel the breath of fireworks filling the world at once. , as long as he accepts these breaths, he can return to the peak."

"But now he has not done so, perhaps because he has a better choice."

Wendy asked: "Then it sent the authority, and it should lose its mind. Even if you keep his self-awareness, you should also lose his memory. Why can you still remember the past?"

Before Ai Yi could speak, Zhong Li answered, "That's even simpler."

"Maxius does not remember, but this land does."

"It still remembers that there is a god who poured power into the earth to protect one side's peace."

When Wendy heard this, she suddenly realized.

The earth has memory, and the leylines are the memory of the earth.

Every move Maxius made on this land was attributed to the veins of the earth along with his power.

Now that it has returned, although it cannot regain its strength, it has no problem knowing its past deeds from the leylines.

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"That should be the Manmin Hall."

Mandrill and the traveler stopped beside the teleportation anchor, looking at the crowded street in front of them.

This is the main street where Huyan eats, teahouses, restaurants, stalls, and the Adventurer's Association. These places with frequent flow of people have injected unimaginable vitality into this street.

Although it is the main street, there are not many luxury stores on this street. Instead, it is dominated by various daily necessities stores, full of the atmosphere of the market.

Compared with the bustling and wide Feiyunpo Avenue just now, Ying still prefers the atmosphere here.

Because there are more types of small stalls and restaurants here, and the prices are close to the people. Unlike Feiyunpo, a candied haws costs 15 moras.

Killing a slime only pays 40 Mora, and the nutrition provided by the candied haws is not enough to make up for the loss when she swings the sword.

"Wanmintang...Traveler, I remember that Wanmintang seems to be Xiangling's restaurant!"

Paimon's words reminded Ying, she thought of the little girl who hunted wild boars in Qingquan Town, and nodded.

"Do you know Wanmintang? Just right, the emperor and Xianjun are already waiting in Wanmintang. Since you have friends there, I won't accompany you there."

Paimon asked curiously, "Why?"

Mandrill hesitated for a moment: "I...I have other things to do."

In fact, it was because he had already smelled the smell of almond tofu, and he could even tell the location of this dish based on the smell, it was on Ai Yi's table, so he was ready to run away.

The reason for running away is very simple. Among all the immortals, he is the only one who loves almond tofu. Ai Didian is obviously caring for him with this dish. He is sure that if he sits on the table later, that dish will directly replace the dinner plate. In front of him.

This is the heavy love from the emperor and the immortal, and it is the privilege of the older generation, just like going to your grandparents' house for dinner, and your grandparents will put your favorite dishes in front of you.

If Dijun was alone, Mandrill might still go to the banquet, because he knew Dijun's kindness very well.

But if Ai Yi was present, the nature would not be pure.

He knew this immediate boss too well, and he suspected that Ai Yi did this purely because he thought Mandrill's shy look was amused.

If Mandrill evaded, maybe he would be drawn into inexplicable sophistry.

"Your almond tofu. No, it's your almond tofu!"

Thinking of the experience of being force-fed, Mandrill, who was still able to keep his face straight in the face of the demon god, broke out in a cold sweat.

No, this trip is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, so you can't trespass!

He is an imposing Jinpeng general, the number one thug of Jiantian Division, and his intent to kill is even better than Teng Snake, so what's the matter if he is always treated as a junior!

What's more, he brought a girl with him on this trip.

It's a pity that he couldn't say this, because he felt that the three people at the dinner table were all older than him, and each of them had a life-and-death kindness to him.

The creditors got together and belonged.

Forbearance!

Supervising Tiansi Zu Xun, 3000 years in Hedong, 3000 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor!

Seeing that Mandrill was silent, Paimeng guessed: "Could it be that some lord Xianjun gave you a new mission?"

Mandrill thought for a while, and remembered the rules of the Supervisor Tiansi.

If someone inquires about the content of your mission, and you are inconvenient to refute it 'for some reason' (meaning that you can't hit it), report my name and let them come to me for an argument.

The original meaning of this rule was to deter certain demon gods with evil intentions, and to prevent the supervisor's representative from being killed in retaliation after the task was exposed or failed.

At that time, Ai Yi's reputation was very useful, because the demon god of the sea had already proved one thing with his life, that is, the Superintendent of Tiansi must take revenge, and the methods were extremely cruel, so basically no demon god dared to return after hearing this sentence. Most of the dead hands are imprisoned, ready to exchange benefits.

Of course, no matter what era, Lengtouqing is indispensable. The so-called shooting out the top birds, the final result of these demon gods is to be filled in the Jingshi Nine Pillars.

In this situation, it should be regarded as a 'cause'.

So he nodded, and smoothly pushed the blame on Ai Yi: "That's right."

"Although the evil has stabilized a lot recently, it still needs to be inspected."

"If you need anything, call me by my name."

Mandrill looked into Ying's eyes seriously.

"I'll come."

Chapter 118

Wanmintang not only has its own dine-in food, but also provides outsourcing services. If guests of nearby teahouses and inns have needs, they can ask Xiaoer to place an order from Wanmintang for unified delivery.

Guests can also pack it from Wanmintang and bring it here to enjoy, only need to pay a seat fee.

Obviously, this model will have an impact on the business of the teahouse inn.

Because the food and drinks in the teahouse and inn are huge profits, and because of the existence of Wanmintang, half of these incomes are directly wiped out, and no one can accept it.

But there is no way if you don’t accept it. Who makes people cook well? Many people come to the inn just because of Wanmintang. If you don’t let people eat here, they won’t come!

Just sit on the ground and don't eat the delicacies of your inn!

It's not that no inn has resisted Wanmintang. Once an inn took the lead and organized a cooking competition, and secretly invited chefs from other places to take over the place, trying to suppress Wanmintang's reputation.

However, how could Xiangling, who had the script of Mihayou's own daughter, be defeated by this method?

So after the game, the cooks in the three streets and four alleys bowed their heads one after another, saying that Xiangling was invincible.

With such culinary skills at such a young age, I am afraid that he will unify the entire Liyue chef world in the future and be arbitrary forever.

Some people said: "Xiangling is not double ten, and double ten is invincible." '

The competition organized by spending a lot of money did not have any effect, but the business of Wanmintang became better. All the innkeepers were aggrieved, but there was nothing they could do.

Even their own cook said:

'Forget it, boss, just cheat passers-by from outsiders, as far as my culinary skills are concerned, if you let me and Wanmintang, I don't have the ability! '

Fortunately, seat fees can be charged, and Manmin Hall does not buy alcohol, which is a way of life for them.

The dining table of the Moyu trio was in a nearby teahouse. Ying originally planned to go directly to Wanmintang to ask Xiangling, but she didn't expect to see a very conspicuous green figure beckoning to him under the eaves of the roadside halfway.