As the few people spoke, the smell of vegetables came from the kitchen.

"It smells so good."

Smelling the smell, Erlang Shen couldn't help but look in the kitchen and said, "I'm hungry when I smell it."

Erlangshen's standard foodie.

I ate ten fried dough sticks and five tea eggs in the morning. At noon, I heard Guo Xiaomei eat sixteen meat buns. It was only four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and he was actually hungry again.

Wang Li even doubted whether this guy had a blood relationship with Taotie, whether he would bankrupt the Heavenly Court, whether his monthly income was enough to support his own meals, and whether he would steal dog food when he was hungry. The dog food sold by Guo Xiaomei didn't taste very good. It's really not the industry, so I can start a food broadcast. Now many people are good at this.

On the short video platform, those anchors with overeating and distorted figures have millions of fans. Erlang Shen has such a good appearance, but he can't harvest female fans as many as a sickle.

"Does there be a God of Food in your heaven?"

Thinking of this, Wang Li asked curiously.

Foodies are unstoppable. If there is a God of Food, you can introduce them here to help.

The business of my family cannot be levied from outsiders. After all, my father is so old that he is like a son and finds a helper for the old man.

"God of food? No, there is only the God of Kitchen, and they don't care much about cooking."

Erlang Shen shook his head and said, "People in the Heavenly Court generally don't eat much. Sometimes they have banquets, and they just drink and eat fruit."

"Didn't I hear that there is dragon liver phoenix marrow?"

"That thing is very unpalatable, not as good as the meat roasted by my ghost messenger..."

"Stop it!!"

Wang Li quickly covered Erlang Shen's mouth.

The second brother is a typical extrajudicial madman, and his words are always so worrying.

I really don’t know how Panda is so cute he can’t speak.

...

The food was served and the fragrance was so good. Wang Li, who had eaten a large bowl of mutton soaked buns at noon, also started to move his index finger. He now understood Erlang Shen a little.

The old man has no other hobbies in his life, he just loves cooking, and his skills are quite clever. It is said that Wang Li's mother paid for the whole person to the Wang family because he used the meal made by the old man.

Wang Li was so clever that he even invited Guo Xiaomei to cook a meal every week, which was all thanks to the old man's craftsmanship.

I have been used to eating delicious food since I was a child, but I was not used to eating other things at all.

Everyone sat down. The old man wiped his hands and came to the living room from the kitchen. He took out two jars of white wine from under the counter and came to the table and handed it to Wang Li and said, "Xiao Li, I'll give it to everyone."

Then he said to everyone very proudly: "This is the wine brewed in our own village, and there is absolutely no blending. I don't give it to ordinary people."

This is true. This wine is specially provided by Wangjia Village winery. It is not brewed much every year. Wang Li’s father can only give ten pounds and eight pounds to drink. Once, he didn’t drink wine. The old man yelled to go back to the village to be the village chief because the village chief could give ten pounds more.

By the way, the current village chief is Wang Li’s grandfather.

Wang Li stood up and poured wine for Erlang Shen and Yu.

"Where is mine? Where is mine?"

Jingwei, who was beside him, asked with a pout.

"?"

The old man was slightly stunned. It was obvious that he had never seen any thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl yelling to drink or liquor.

"The little girl can drink juice, what kind of wine can I drink!" Wang Li glared at Jingwei.

"I'm tens of thousands of years old, who do you think of a child?" Jingwei was dissatisfied.

“…”

Wang Li wiped his cold sweat and said, "Don't listen to her nonsense. Who can write novels if you don't have a serious illness?"

"Can understand, understand."

The old man smiled and said, "This little girl is interesting, so give her some more, what's your name?"

"My name is Nuwa, just call me a baby." As he said that, Jingweiqiang passed the wine jar and poured himself a full glass.

"Girl's baby? Doll? This name is interesting." The old lady muttered to herself, then looked at Wang Li with resentment and said, "I wish you had such a cute daughter."

"Nuwa?"

Wang Li touched his chin and thought secretly: "Isn't Nuwa the one who repairs the sky? Could it be that he went to fill the sea after his death?"

"Old man's surname is Yu." Uncle Yu hugged the old man and fisted.

Uncle Yu is a veteran, and he is much more sensible. He always tells his surname to outsiders.

"I am Xiao Yang." Erlang Shen also introduced himself as he did.

They are all smart and very smart.

"Xiao Yang, then you and your aunt were together five hundred years ago." The old man smiled.

"Isn't Aunt Song's surname Song?"

Guo Xiaomei asked Wang Li in a low voice.

"This... is very complicated." Wang Li mentioned it without saying much.

"Come on, let's have a drink for the first time." The old man was extremely heroic and picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

This is a high-level liquor of 60 degrees. The cup of liquor is stuffy in one mouthful. If you are seen by ordinary people, you must be frightened. The old man likes to look at others' marvelous eyes.

However, the few I met today are all gods who are used to drinking on an empty stomach all year round.

They were very puzzled why drinking such things that looked like white water could have such momentum. Not only was they not surprised by the old man's alcohol tolerance, but they also drank a glass.

"The taste is quite strong." Erlang Shen drank a glass and his face turned slightly red. It seemed that Tianting did not have high liquor.

"Here's energetic!" Mr. Yu sighed after drinking the wine: "This wine is so warm that I am all over my stomach."

Jingwei held up his cup: "I want to drink..."

“?????”

The old man was stunned on the spot.

In the past, I would have had three drinks in a row at the beginning, and used a pound of white wine to shake the scene. Today, I was shocked by the three people in front of me, and I couldn't help but murmur: "It seems that you can drink some of the novels."

Wang Li was also a little shocked.

It was not that he was shocked by Erlang Shen and Yugong's alcohol. After all, these two people used wine as drinks in ancient times, and Wang Li was surprised by Jingwei's alcohol tolerance.

After drinking a glass of high-alcohol liquor, Erlang Shen was a little embarrassed, and Yugong's head began to sweat. The little girl seemed to have nothing to do and was still there to drink wine... Could she drink it because she drowned? Or did she get into the water after drinking the wine on the day she drowned (don't get into the water after drinking)?

"Fill the whole, eat vegetables."

The old man knew he had encountered a thorn, so he pointed to the dish on the table to relieve his embarrassment and said, "Try my skills."

Erlang Shen couldn't wait to pick up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

Then his expression stuttered, and his face showed a look of enjoyment.

"How is it, it's delicious."

Guo Xiaomei said on the side: "My craftsmanship is just a superficial learning from Uncle Wang."

"It's delicious... so delicious. I've never eaten such a delicious thing in the sky. It's better than meat." Erlang Shen said excitedly and started to talk about his pandas again.

Wang Li was inexplicably excited when he heard this.

I didn’t expect that my father’s cooking skills were so exquisite, and this was a rare heaven that was truly recognized by the people in the heavenly court.

But when Erlang Shen thought about it, he said it was delicious when he ate fried cakes. It seemed that this "nothing is in heaven" should be because of its high moisture content. After all, what delicious food can be found in the Heavenly Court?

"In the sky?"
Chapter completed!