It smells so good...
It smells so good...
No!
We must not give in!
I am a god! How could I bow down for a bite to eat!
Absolutely not!
…
It's late at night.
The wolf god dragged his exhausted body to a corner of the cold mine, tired and hungry, his eyes seeing stars.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, a dark figure crept up to him furtively.
Wolf has secretly delivered something.
"father!"
Wolf lowered his voice and pulled something out of his pocket as if presenting a treasure.
"Dad, are you hungry? This is something I secretly hid for you!"
The wolf god opened his eyes and saw a bright red watermelon.
In the dim firelight, the watermelon flesh looked especially tempting.
He couldn't remember the last time he had tasted such sweetness.
Immediately afterwards, Wolf Big performed another magic trick, pulling out a large bowl from behind him.
In the bowl is a steaming bowl of noodles.
The broth was clear, with a few bright green scallions, the noodles were neatly arranged, and a golden poached egg rested on top.
"Dad, eat quickly, it's still warm!"
Wolf God stared at the bowl of noodles, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.
His pride and divine dignity were shaken to the brink of collapse by this simple bowl of noodles.
In the end, hunger triumphed over everything.
With trembling hands, he took the bowl of noodles and wolfed it down.
The noodles were chewy and the broth was rich and savory. A warm current slid down my esophagus into my stomach, instantly dispelling all the cold and fatigue.
It's so delicious...
Is this what humans make?
Why is it so delicious?
He ate too quickly and choked, coughing.
Wolf quickly handed over a watermelon: "Dad, eat slowly, there's more!"
Wolf God took a bite of watermelon, and the sweet juice burst in his mouth, making him feel like he had come back to life.
A bowl of noodles, a piece of melon.
The wolf god ate everything clean, even drinking every last drop of soup.
He put down his bowl, looked up, and gazed at his beloved son, whose face was full of concern. Two streams of hot tears flowed down his face without warning.
Over the years, he had reigned supreme in the North, enjoying bloody sacrifices and devouring the flesh and blood of living beings, but he had never tasted anything like this.
If he could have such delicious food every meal, what would his resistance these past few days have been for?
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