If the story of my encounter with the immortals is true, then they should get half of this "immortal rice"!
Since I was able to get half a bag of rice, she might be able to get even more!
Ding Dalang chopped the meat, Ding Erlang tore the cloth, and Ding Sanlang took the rice. The three brothers then immediately went to the thatched hut where Wang Po and Ding Si Niang lived.
When they arrived at the thatched hut, the three of them were dumbfounded. In front of the hut was an iron pot with a pot of white rice soup boiling inside. Granny Wang was serving the rice soup to passersby with a spoon.
The rice porridge smelled incredibly tempting, with a sweet flavor and a pure rice aroma that made your mouth water just by smelling it.
People queuing up for congee all looked on with anticipation. Some praised the congee as incredibly delicious, while others found it as sweet as honey. Occasionally, a few people took a sip and found it so bitter that they couldn't swallow it.
"This rice porridge is so delicious! It warms me up all over, and my headache is gone!"
"It really is rice bestowed by the gods! After drinking it, I feel much better and my legs don't hurt anymore!"
"Old Wang is kind-hearted!"
"This porridge is delicious!"
The three brothers exchanged glances, afraid they wouldn't get the better deal, and knelt down with the meat, cloth, and silver. Some covered their heads, faces, and mouths, feigning pitifulness and wailing.
"Mother, your son is unfilial!"
"Mother, your son is unfilial, making you wear thin clothes! Your son has sores on his lips, please give me a bowl of porridge."
"Mother, how can Fourth Sister, a married woman, be filial to you? Mother, please come back with me!"
Granny Wang put away the silver, meat, and cloth that the three people had brought, and calmly served each of them a bowl of porridge.
"Don't even think about it. The rice that the gods gave me has been used to cook this pot of rice soup. You three can go back after you finish drinking it. I'm not your mother. From now on, I'll only live with Fourth Sister. In a couple of years, I'll find her a husband who will come to live with us. She won't need you three wolves and tigers to support her anymore."
Ignoring what Wang Po said, the three of them snatched the rice soup from her hands and drank it eagerly.
The moment Ding Dalang tasted the rice porridge, his expression changed.
The rice porridge was bitter and hard to swallow, like raw meat mixed with wild grass, crushed and then boiled in water. It was nothing like the sweetness that others described.
Ding Erlang also snatched a sip and almost spat it out: the taste was like rotten rags that had been stored in a warehouse for several years and had gone moldy, and when you opened it, you found a dead rat inside, with no fragrance at all.
Ding Sanlang was the most greedy. He took a big gulp and then spat it out before anyone could react. It didn't taste like sweet soup at all. It tasted like the sour swill bucket of a restaurant had been filled with cow dung!
—But this rice was unusual, and it had the air of "divine" flavor. Seeing that everyone around said it was sweet, and being greedy, the three brothers forced themselves to drink the three bowls of porridge.
The pot of rice soup was quickly emptied. The three greedy brothers drank the most, filling their bellies until they were bulging. When Wang Po saw this, she didn't say anything, but just turned around, closed the door, and ignored her three sons.
The three of them felt a bitter and astringent taste on their tongues, and their intestines felt the same bitterness. When they drank another sip of well water, their mouths were still extremely sour and bitter.
"vomit--"
"Ugh—why does it taste so bitter? Could it be that everyone else was lying to me?"
"My belly is full of bitterness, why don't all my illnesses disappear? I'm afraid there are no gods at all, and my mother is just lying to us!"
The three of them had just finished cursing when they felt a bitter taste rising in their throats, so bitter that half of their faces went numb, saliva was dripping from their mouths, and only their eyes could still move.
But bystanders, holding bowls of rice porridge, exclaimed how sweet it was. Seeing the three brothers making a fool of themselves, the crowd laughed even harder.
"This is divine intervention! Such good rice porridge turns into mushy mush in your mouth!"
"This is your grandfather's punishment!"
The three were both angry and ashamed. They covered their faces and hurriedly fled from the crowd, looking as if they were running away in disarray.
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Xu Milu, sitting on the cloud, watched with great interest. The effects of bitter grass were indeed miraculous, and the three brothers had greedily drunk a lot of it. It was feared that they would not recover for at least three months.
After they've suffered for three months, they'll probably never dare to bully Wang Po and Ding Si Niang again.
Just as she was about to ride the cloud away, two golden specks of light floated up from under the cloud, like tiny golden particles. After she pinched them, the two golden specks turned into two grains of gold dust.
"What's this?"
Xu Milu was a little curious, and the system provided the answer in the next second:
[Incense (Wish Power): A top-grade seasoning, extremely rare in quantity, it is one of the finest ingredients for delicious food. Using it to prepare dishes can create the most delicious food in the world, and even the most discerning diners in the universe would find it impossible to resist food seasoned with this ingredient.]
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"This thing—is it edible?"
Xu Milu expressed deep skepticism about this.
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