Yu Wuwei looked at the customer in front of him carefully.
The person in front of me is about forty or fifty years old. He is wearing an ancient Taoist robe and has a bun on his head with a hairpin. However, his skin is very smooth. What brand of cosmetics does he use for this?
Yu Wuwei looked at the uncle in front of him. Is this a cosplay? This was Yu Wuwei's first impression.
Nowadays, people in this society are very open-minded. You can easily see people cosplaying this or that on the street. Yu Wuwei is not surprised.
Wait, uncle, what's your name? God of Cookery? Damn, who gave you the courage to call yourself such an awesome title?
It's already so dark, let's not let too many cows crowd the sky and block out the remaining natural light!
Perhaps because he had just been woken up, all kinds of thoughts ran through Yu Wuwei's mind. In the end, all the thoughts were collected, and Yu Wuwei said: "Our store is closed. If you want to eat, go somewhere else!"
As Yu Wuwei was looking at the God of Food, the God of Food also looked at Yu Wuwei seriously:
The Taoist friend in front of me looks and has a similar figure to me and the others, but his style is quite unique, and his clothes. Why does he look so much like those bastard gods in the West?
Hearing Yu Wuwei say that the restaurant was closing, the God of Cookery was stunned. How could a restaurant in Heaven close? It was only a short while ago.
"My fellow Daoist, it's still early, why are you closing up now? I've walked a lot today and I'm really hungry. I hope you can just give me something to eat."
Of course, the God of Cookery didn't really have to eat here, but as soon as he entered the restaurant, he smelled a variety of aromas that he had never smelled before. With his many years of chef's intuition, he felt that having a meal here might be very rewarding.
Yu Wuwei looked at the cosplaying uncle in front of him who kept calling him "fellow Taoist" and thought to himself: Uncle, you are too immersed in the role!
But since the customer was already here, there was no point in chasing him out. Who had let him fall asleep and forget to close the door? Whatever, just consider it bad luck!
Anyway, whatever he says is fine, so let's just do something to get rid of him.
"Okay! Just find a seat and wait."
Yu Wuwei lazily got up, went to the kitchen, took out a double-flavored hot pot and placed it on the table of the God of Cookery. He poured in water and added the hot pot base, and then placed bowls, various seasonings and dishes in front of him, letting him eat whatever he wanted.
The reason why Yu Wuwei organized a self-service hot pot was, firstly, because the chef of his own restaurant was not there and he didn't know how to cook, and secondly, because this hot pot was relatively simple. Once the food was laid out, you could just put whatever you wanted in it without having to do anything yourself.
It was the first time for the God of Cookery to see this kind of operation. The aroma coming from the pot suddenly aroused his appetite, but he didn't know where to start. He asked doubtfully, "Fellow Daoist, how do you eat this?"
Yu Wuwei was speechless for a moment: "Uncle, you've never eaten hot pot?"
The God of Cookery shook his head and said, "Hot pot? What is that? I've heard of fire snakes and fire dragons, but this hot pot... I've never heard of it!"
Yu Wuwei: “…”
Uncle, are you too immersed in the drama? As a Chinese, you don't even know what hot pot is?!
"Look, this is hot pot!" Yu Wuwei pointed at the steaming hot pot in front of him and said, "All the ingredients are laid out here. Just put whatever you want in the pot. If you like it spicy, put it in the red broth. If you don't like it spicy, put it in the clear broth. Once it's cooked, you can take it out and eat it. There are all kinds of dipping sauces here. You can make your own dipping sauce."
Yu Wuwei had no choice but to explain how to eat hot pot to the cosplay uncle in front of him who was too immersed in the role.
The God of Cookery had never seen such a way of eating before and found it very fresh. After eating a piece of mutton according to the steps taught by Yu Wuwei, he was immediately amazed.
"Wow! There are such delicious delicacies in this world, and such unique ways of eating them. It's so delicious!"
The God of Cookery was so happy that he seemed like he hadn't eaten for hundreds of years and suddenly saw endless delicious food in front of him. He almost danced with joy and ate with great relish!
Seeing the God of Cookery eating with grease splattering all over his mouth, Yu Wuwei rolled his eyes. "It's just a hot pot, isn't it? Uncle, are you so excited as if you've seen your parents who have been separated for hundreds of years?"
As the God of Cookery ate, he suddenly realized that this hot pot restaurant was completely self-service. You could order whatever soup you wanted, and you could make whatever you wanted. It was incredibly delicious and innovative. Wasn't it tailor-made to solve my current crisis?
Thinking of this, the God of Cookery became extremely excited for a moment, sweeping away his previous gloom, and looked at Yu Wuwei with extremely fiery eyes.
Being stared at by such an old man with such fiery eyes, Yu Wuwei suddenly felt her anus tighten. She quickly took two steps back and asked, "What are you doing? I'm telling you that my sexual orientation is normal!"
The God of Cookery didn't understand what Yu Wuwei meant. He walked straight forward and grabbed Yu Wuwei's hand, so excited that Yu Wuwei immediately got goosebumps.
No way, did you really encounter someone like Brokeback Mountain?
"My lord, how do you make this kind of hot pot? Please teach me!" The God of Food excitedly grabbed Yu Wuwei's hand, his eyes full of excitement and desire.
Now he doesn’t even call him fellow Taoist, but directly calls him immortal, which fully reflects the God of Food’s desire for this hot pot making method!
Oh, so you want to make hot pot! Yu Wuwei breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that.
However, even though he knew that the uncle's purpose was to cook hot pot, Yu Wuwei's anus still tightened when he met his unsatisfied eyes.
Yu Wuwei hurriedly broke free from the God of Food's hand, took three steps back, and said, "Don't come over here. You don't like men!"
The God of Food was stunned and quickly explained, "Please calm down, Immortal. Don't worry, I will never fall in love with anyone. Please teach me how to make this hot pot. I will be very grateful!"
Damn, you can't fall in love with a human? Could you possibly fall in love with an animal? I didn't realize you had such strong tastes! He felt goosebumps rising again.
Yu Wuwei's mouth twitched as he asked, "Everyone knows how to do this! Why are you so excited?"
Upon hearing this, the God of Food exclaimed in amazement, "How could an ordinary person know something so profound? The level you have touched upon truly is beyond my imagination!"
The God of Food then revealed a pitiful look, "My Lord, you may not know this, but since the separation between immortals and mortals, I haven't cooked anything new in a long time. The Peach Festival is approaching, and the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother have given me a strict order to cook something new this time. I must satisfy all the gods and immortals present. Otherwise, I'll be in big trouble!"
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