Seeker of Teyvat

Keqing turned her head and said, "Look what I'm doing? Aren't you going to cook? Go quickly."

Soon, Ying and Xiangling left together to cook.

Wang Daoyi and Keqing stayed where they were. Wang Daoyi was holding Guoba in a daze. He was a little sleepy. In order to ensure Ying's journey, he tried his best to avoid affecting the plot. He was extremely bored these days. He secretly made up his mind that next time, he would never join in the fun of such a small plot in Liyue.

Wang Daoyi was afraid that his intervention would affect Ying's recording of Liyue's story. In fact, he himself did not realize that he was also a part of Ying's journey.

Keqing was standing in front of the boulder and looking at it.

When the food was ready, Keqing was still standing there observing the boulder.

Because of her grandfather's affairs, she was very concerned about this matter.

Xiangling smiled and said, "The Traveler and I have finished our portions. Let's enjoy them while they are hot."

"Then I won't be polite."

Keqing took the food and began to taste it.

However, when she took the first bite, her body trembled slightly and tears appeared in her eyes.

Paimon asked with concern: "What's wrong? Why do you have that expression?"

"I..." Keqing was speechless for a moment.

When she ate the dishes made by Ying and Xiangling, she was reminded of the carefree days when her grandfather was still alive.

It took Keqing a long time to react.

"Excuse me. Xiangling, Ying, thank you, this is the taste I was looking for. It's delicious, and... incredible, I seem to have returned to the time when I was with my grandfather."

Xiangling smiled and said, "That's great. I didn't have time to tell you just now. Actually, when the chef finished giving me the recipe, I realized that I already knew how to make this dish. My dad taught me before."

"But, didn't Keqing learn this dish from her grandfather's notes?" Pai Emergency Food Meng asked a question.

Keqing pondered and said, "Regarding this dish... I think my grandfather should not be the original author of the recipe. My grandfather is a famous land tycoon in Liyue and also a scholar. He loves collecting ancient books and has a good understanding of many lost traditional cultures of Liyue. When I was a child, I often accompanied my grandfather to study in the study. I read a lot of classics with him and discussed with him whether the Rock King Emperor was a real person and how credible these ancient books were..."

"My grandfather said: Books are just bridges that lead us to history. As for what you asked, it is what we, as descendants, should pursue and distinguish. After my grandfather passed away, I grew up and became a member of the Seven Stars. Since then, my view of Emperor Yan has also changed from legend to reality."

"For me, the name of Emperor Yan is sometimes connected with my grandfather's name. When I see the name Emperor, I always think of my grandfather and the notes in his study. I copied the recipe of this dish from my grandfather's notes. It is an ancient dish that he wanted to try to restore. Unfortunately, the recipe was incomplete and he never succeeded."

Speaking of this, Keqing showed a touch of reminiscence.

“And every time he tried to make this dish, he would let me taste it while it was hot… I really miss it, that’s the taste.”

"Ancient dish? Does this steamed bread have such a long history?"

Paimon was a little confused.

Xiangling explained: "My dad also learned it from his dad. It is said that this dish has been handed down from generation to generation and has been passed down in our family for a long time. We call it spicy meat steamed bread. It is a folk dish that is easy to make and carry, especially suitable for eating on the road."

"Lulile! Lulile!" At this time, the rice crust in Wang Daoyi's arms shook his hands and shouted happily twice.

Seeing the excited Guoba, Xiangling said happily: "Haha, seeing Guoba reminded me of this. The day I met Guoba, I made this dish!"

Keqing was a little surprised: "Meet Guoba?"

She didn't know the story between Xiangling and Guoba.

Xiangling nodded: "I met Guoba in a cave! That day, I went to the cave to avoid the rain. I saw an altar inside and put the spicy meat steamed bread I brought with me on it..."

"Then I accidentally fell asleep and when I woke up I found Guoba had eaten all the spicy meat steamed bread. Since then it has been following me and has become a member of my family."

Everyone listened to what Xiangling said and couldn't help but look at Guoba.

The protagonist of the story had already fallen from the arms of the sleepy Wang Daoyi and was running around with his head shaking.

At this time, Paimon pointed at the boulder and exclaimed:

"Hey! Stop chatting, look at that stone!"

Everyone looked in the direction of Paimon's voice.

All I heard was a clicking sound.

The boulder shattered, revealing a majestic statue.

This statue resembles Guoba, but is more majestic and imposing than Guoba.

Several people suddenly widened their eyes:

Keqing was shocked: "This... this is!?"

Paimon was shocked: "Isn't this a pot crust?"

Xiangling was even more shocked: "Ah, Guoba, why is it you!"

Wang Dao squinted his eyes and shook his head. What’s wrong? Is it over?

Guoba tilted his head, and his cute little eyes were full of doubts: "???"

Guoba: This is me. When did I become so handsome?

Just when everyone was confused, a kind voice sounded from behind them.

"It seems that you have already eaten spicy meat wowotou."

Grandma Ping put her hands behind her back and spoke slowly.

Paimeng hurriedly said, "Grandma Ping! Quick, look, this Kitchen God looks like rice crust!"

Granny Ping smiled amiably, "Yes. After all, Guoba is the Kitchen God you are looking for - the devil of the stove."

"Guoba... Guoba is the devil?!!" Paimon exclaimed.

Grandma Ping came over slowly and said, "You asked me if being noisy enough can wake up the Kitchen God. I have to say, yes, but no. The Kitchen God has always been a people-friendly god who acts in accordance with people's wishes. To him, wishes and hard work are different things."

“Efforts are skills, talents and experiences. But only wishes represent the purest power in people’s hearts.”

"The Chef Championship is certainly exciting, but it involves more hard work than wishes. Hard work alone is not enough to awaken the sleeping Kitchen God."

"When Keqing ate the dish just now, her wish was fulfilled. In addition to the answer, she also got more important things, which made her feel as if she was standing shoulder to shoulder with her grandfather."

Keqing held her chin and pretended to be thinking.

It seemed that something was touched by Grandma Ping's words.

Grandma Ping looked at Guoba with a smile in her eyes and continued, "The huge power that erupted when this wish was fulfilled resonated with the statue of the Kitchen God, causing the statue to reappear in the world in its previous appearance. Of course, the Kitchen God himself is definitely not in the statue, because the real Kitchen God is right beside us."

At this time, Guoba was very happy. His pair of small eyes had curved into a crescent shape, and he was shaking his head, looking silly and cute.

Looking at the smiling Guoba, a smile appeared on Grandma Ping's lips:

"How does it feel to see the statue of yourself in your prime? Look at him, he's still so majestic."

"The heyday. Wait, what happened to the rice crust? Is the rice crust different before and now?" Xiangling was a little confused.

"He used to be the god of Liyue, but now he is your Guoba. However, all the wisdom and power he once possessed have been dedicated to this land."

Keqing pondered and said, "I have heard that the demon god gave his power to the land, but why did he do that?"

Granny Ping smiled and said, "The dangers and challenges faced by a piece of land are far more than you can imagine. Droughts, floods, rainstorms, hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis, fires, and diseases. Disasters have never completely disappeared from the land of Liyue."

"The troubles that have never appeared in the past will also appear in the future. Mortals do not have immortal bodies, so they are most affected by these factors. He once accompanied you through the barren plains, came to the port, built houses, and lit fires."

"He was the one who lit the first night lamp in Liyue, and let the aroma of food drift into thousands of homes. You no longer remember him, but when you still knew him, he was the immortal who was closest to people."

Chapter 149: The King's Way Revealed

Grandma Ping's words shocked everyone. A demon who sacrificed for the people was actually right next to everyone.

Everyone's mood could not be calm for a long time.

Guo Ba was still looking at his statue and didn't move for a long time.

Grandma Ping looked deeply at the rice cake and said calmly:

"You mentioned to us that eating and drinking are great events in the world, because eating means taking in the best spiritual energy, and drinking means drinking the essence of heaven and earth..."

"You said this is the most important thing. In life, you have to have a full belly to go on the road. Eating and drinking throughout your life can be small or big."

"To say it is small, you can taste it from a pot of corn and drink sweet spring water from the rocks; to say it is big, you can take a pot of stars and moon to drink it and walk on the road of the world for thousands of years."

"My old friend, during the time you were asleep, Liyue has become so prosperous and beautiful. Are you happy?"

Grandma Ping's kind voice made everyone feel that such a demon was willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of the people.

He is willing to devote all his strength, just to let the people of Li enjoy a peaceful life.

At this time, Xiangling lowered her head and whispered to herself:

"Guoba...why didn't you tell me such an important thing..."

Guoba tilted his head and narrowed his eyes into a crescent shape.

"Lulile~~"

Guo Ba: I want to say it too, but I can’t speak. Hey!

Pamont next to him explained for Guoba:

"He is no longer the same as before. He can't even speak now. I can't tell you..."

"Guoba...you...you...sigh."

Xiang Ling wanted to say something else, but she couldn't say anything, so she could only sigh heavily.

She didn't expect that Guo Ba, who had been following her all this time, had such a great origin and was the legendary Kitchen God.

Guo Ba shook his head, as if he thought of something happy, and laughed happily.

"Lulile~~"

Although it was once the demon god of stoves, Marcusius, it is now Xiangling's best friend.

Also her best family member, Guo Ba.

Once upon a time: Guoba, spitting fire!

Now: Mark Hughes, Demon Breath!

Grandma Ping chuckled and said: "Don't be sad, Xiangling. Everything has two sides. Although Guoba is not as intellectual as before, he has put aside his worries and is truly carefree."

"In this world, is there anyone who has no worries? We have knowledge and brains, so we will naturally be confused by all kinds of things. But he has gone further than us. He has both wisdom and courage. He has picked up and learned Let it go. The fact that he is now relaxed is proof that he is resting."

"If you treat him well, you should take more care of him, walk, run, eat, drink and have fun with him."

Grandma Ping's words reached Xiangling's heart. She nodded repeatedly and made up her mind.

"Yes! I will! I will definitely do it..."

Ke Qing on the side also smiled and said: "Xiang Ling, you are a person with immortality. Guoba follows you to recognize you. I just woke up from a long sleep and found a familiar feeling in a spicy pork bun. Even after such a long time, He still remembers the dish he invented and approved the dish you made."

"Yes, when you eat hometown food, you will think of your hometown. Even if you can't remember the past, Guo Ba felt friendly after eating the food you cooked, so he followed you." Grandma Ping also said with a smile.

Keqing said with emotion: "Perhaps, it was you who made the Kitchen God experience the joy of being a pure eater for the first time. You... are really a good cook."

Ying agreed with Keqing: "I also like Xiangling's cooking!"

Everyone's words also made Xiang Ling escape from the initial shock. She smiled and said:

"That would be great, because... bringing smiles to customers' faces is our mission as chefs."

Several people chatted with many emotions.

Who would have thought that such a cute rice cooker could actually be the legendary demon?

No, his eyes narrowed and he looked at a person who had remained silent: "Wang Daoyi!!!"

Ying's voice seemed to be filled with murderous intent: "You must have known Guo Ba's identity from the beginning. You must be laughing when you see us running around these days!"

Ying's voice startled Xiangling. The girl looked at Wang Daoyi and thought about how he had been playing with Guoba these past few days. Suspicion appeared in her eyes: "Brother Daoyi, you..."

Ke Qing also looked at Wang Daoyi in shock. She didn't expect that there was someone beside her who might have known the truth for a long time.

Grandma Ping also looked at Wang Daoyi with a smile in her eyes. How could this emperor's youngest family member be so tolerant and not reveal any news to Xiang Ling.

"Oh, I've been seen through!" Wang Daoyi stretched out, he was about to fall asleep just now, "I'm doing this for your own good too!"

The girls had murderous intent in their eyes: "You...better give us an explanation!"

They were very angry. This guy actually knew everything from the beginning, and then just watched them running around investigating like this. It was so abominable.

"Cookba, the demon god of stoves, Marcusius." Wang Daoyi didn't care about the murderous eyes of the girls and started to talk calmly.