The God of Food pinched his chin, his eyes darting around as he repeatedly considered the Nine-Colored Goddess's suggestion in his mind.
"Have that kid help find a successor?"
This idea sounds absurd. A dignified god of the divine realm, needing to ask a mortal for a successor?
If word gets out, wouldn't the other gods laugh their heads off?
But upon further reflection, every word the Nine-Colored Goddess said made sense.
Instead of continuing to search for a needle in a haystack, let's try a different approach.
This kid is incredibly lucky, surrounded by talented people. Asking him to keep an eye out might actually be much more efficient.
"We're doing this as a last resort!"
The God of Cookery slapped his thigh and made up his mind.
He stuffed the last bite of the "Seven-Treasure Exquisite Pastry" into his mouth and mumbled to the Nine-Colored Goddess, "I'll be right back!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a gentle stream of light and vanished in an instant.
...
The Crystal Sky, above the plaza.
Ning Liu was about to ask Ning Rongrong about the specifics of the second test, since personally treating a thousand seriously injured patients was no easy task.
Just then, a strange aura descended without warning.
This aura was different from the domineering and murderous nature of the Asura God, and also quite different from the holy and noble nature of the Nine-Colored Goddess.
It's warm, mellow, and has a... mouthwatering aroma.
It felt as if countless delicacies were swirling around my nose, making my stomach rumble with cravings.
Ning Liu raised an eyebrow, shielding Ning Rongrong behind him, and looked ahead warily.
In mid-air, the light and shadow distorted slightly, and a figure transformed from illusory to real.
The man was slightly overweight, wearing a snow-white chef's robe and a tall chef's hat. He had a cheerful smile on his face and looked like a friendly and amiable middle-aged man who owned a restaurant next door.
However, the divine power emanating from him, which was in harmony with the rules of heaven and earth, could not be faked.
"Another one...?"
At this moment, even Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.
As the successor of the Rakshasa God, she was extremely sensitive to the aura of the gods.
The fat man in front of me is, without a doubt, another true god!
These days, do gods often descend to earth in groups?
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueguan's lips twitched.
"My goodness, what auspicious time these days are! Did a celestial being fall from the sky?"
"Could I have one too?"
Xu Jiushi also looked utterly bewildered.
"Cough cough."
The fat chef, also known as the God of Cookery, cleared his throat and glanced at the crowd below.
When his gaze fell on Ning Liu, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashed in his eyes.
Hmm, not bad. He has exceptional potential and vigorous energy; he's a promising talent.
Unfortunately, it's already been reserved by that brute, the Asura God.
He withdrew his gaze, smiled, and spoke in a gentle, mellow voice that was like a spring breeze:
"Please do not panic, everyone. I am the God of Food from the Divine Realm. I have no ill intentions in descending to the mortal realm."
God of Cookery?
The crowd looked at each other in disbelief. Did such a divine position even exist in the realm of gods?
Ning Liu's mind raced, but his face remained impassive as he calmly asked, "I was unaware of Your Majesty's arrival, God of Food. What brings you here?"
The God of Cookery waved his hand, smiling amiably: "It's not a matter of giving advice. Actually, I've come here to ask you for a favor."
He didn't mince words, succinctly explaining his frustration at not finding a successor and the advice of the Nine-Colored Goddess.
“…Young friend Ning Liu, I see that you have extraordinary luck and are surrounded by many talented and extraordinary people.”
"So I'd like to ask you for a favor. If I encounter any talented and passionate young people with a talent for cooking while traveling on the mainland, could you please introduce me to one?"
"If this succeeds, I will reward you handsomely!"
The God of Cookery spoke very sincerely.
The Nine-Colored Goddess, who originally had no intention of inheriting the divine position, has become interested. What can her husband do?
In addition, there was their suspicion about the situation.
After he finished speaking, the scene fell silent for a moment.
Bibi Dong and Chrysanthemum Douluo both looked at Ning Liu with strange expressions.
Sect Leader Ning has too much influence, doesn't he?
Even the gods came to him, asking for his help.
Ning Rongrong puffed out her chest, her face full of pride. "Look, this is my senior brother!"
Ning Liu listened, a thoughtful look on his face. Helping a god find a successor might sound like a troublesome matter, but from another perspective, it was also an immense favor and opportunity.
He nodded almost without hesitation.
"Can."
The God of Cookery was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Young friend, you are indeed straightforward!"
“However,” Ning Liu changed the subject, meeting the Food God’s delighted gaze, and slowly added,
"I grant Your Majesty's request, but on one small condition."
"Oh? Please speak freely!"
The God of Cookery was in high spirits and waved his hand generously, "As long as I can do it, I will never refuse!"
In his mind, the other party's conditions were nothing more than a divinely bestowed soul ring or helping Liuli Tian solve some trouble.
These are not impossible for him.
Ning Liu smiled slightly, a hint of shrewdness in his smile.
"My conditions are very simple."
He held up one finger, speaking as casually as if he were discussing the weather.
"I will help Your Majesty find a successor; Your Majesty only needs to pay some compensation."
"I'm not interested in artifacts or spirit rings. Your Majesty only needs to provide some... specialties of the divine realm."
The God of Food was taken aback: "A specialty of the divine realm?"
“Yes.” Ning Liu nodded and continued:
"For example, exotic flowers and rare minerals that only exist in the realm of gods, or some trinkets that the gods don't need."
"Anything is fine. I don't have many other hobbies. I just like collecting strange and unusual things."
He paused, then added sincerely, "Of course, it would be even better if we could auction it off for some gold soul coins."
After he finished speaking, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.
Ning Rongrong opened her mouth, wanting to laugh but not daring to, her little face turning red from holding it in.
Xu Jiushi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he secretly gave Ning Liu a thumbs up.
Wow! Our Lord is truly amazing!
To dare to talk business with God and to describe the compensation in such a refreshing and unconventional way!
Bibi Dong and Chrysanthemum Douluo were also taken aback. They had imagined countless possibilities, but they never expected Ning Liu to make such a condition.
This isn't setting conditions; it's clearly treating a dignified God of Cookery like a supplier!
In mid-air, the smile on the God of Cookery's face froze completely.
His cheerful expression froze on his face, and he blinked his small eyes, as if wondering if he had misheard.
A specialty of the divine realm? A little trinket?
collect?
An auction?!
He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and this was the first time he had ever heard a mortal dare to make such a request to a god.
What's going on in this kid's head?
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