After Chen Zhi said these words, his first reaction was to take another look at the aura of this divine descendant.
This is indeed the aura of a demigod.
But to be honest, I really have nothing to do with gods.
This aura is more like that of a human being. Except for some small details, it is no different from ordinary people. It is not even comparable to demigods like Wu Jia.
According to Chen Zhi's estimation, the person in front of him is a typical little demigod of the last branch, with a certain amount of neural blood, but it has been passed down to him for who knows how many generations, and the content of divine blood is very meager.
It is impossible for a long-lived ancient god like the Cooking God to have such an aura...
And judging from the structure of the aura, this person's lifespan is about the same as that of ordinary humans.
He is only in his thirties this year. Although he has a large body fat content and is slightly obese, he is still a little temporarily malnourished. It seems that he really hasn't eaten much these days.
"You are not a god,"
Chen Zhi looked at the greasy middle-aged man and said,
"You are a demigod!
And he is still a very, very small demigod.
Your divine bloodline is very small. By the time it reaches your generation, it has basically merged with humans and is already very similar to humans!
If I'm not wrong, you shouldn't have much ability, right?"
"The patriarch has a wise eye~~",
This greasy middle-aged man was not afraid of Chen Zhi. After sitting firmly on the stool, he straightened his invisible neck, took out his gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on.
"Nice to meet you! My name is Liu Baobing, and my official profession is a gourmet~~
Not talented, I have reviewed several small restaurants, written papers that have been read for a few days, and written some recipes, so I have some reputation in the industry!
I am a descendant of gods, but my parents were ordinary people when they were alive.
But when my mother was dying, she told me that our family is descended from gods, and our ancestors have the blood of gods! And they are very, very old ancient gods.
My mother told me that I just need to know about this matter and never tell anyone about it.
He said that even though more than 5,000 years have passed, the current demigod world still depends on Xiqi's face, saying that our ancestors, the gods, had a conflict with Xiqi and refused to interact with Xiqi people until they died.
Especially Jiang Ziya, who is half his enemy.
My mother said that we are the last generation of concubines and don’t even know the name of our ancestor. There is no need to arouse hatred for this ancestor who cannot be compared with us. It is better not to mention it.
So for so many years, I have never mentioned my bloodline.
Even in front of those demigods, I never said that no one knew what my origin was!"
"In that case! Why are you revealing your identity now?",
Chen Zhi asked,
"Are you here for my reward?"
"The patriarch really underestimates me!" The middle-aged man patted his clothes and leaned on the table solemnly, with some pride on his face.
"I am not very talented, but I have managed to get along well in human society. I have sold some recipe books and accumulated some money over the years!
I really don’t like this small favor!
As for the matter of canonizing gods, that is a matter for the world of gods.
I have a humble status, and it is definitely not my turn to become a god. I neither dare to think about it, nor do I really want to think about it. This is the truth~~"
"Then what is your purpose?" Chen Zhi continued to ask, "What can you do for me?"
"Hi!
What is the clan leader in a hurry for?" the middle-aged man replied unhurriedly,
"This starts with my fairy ancestors.
That ancestor is too far away from now, and I don’t know how he passed it down from generation to generation!
But I know that that bloodline was amazing in ancient times, and is older than the gods we know now!
According to my mother, he is an ancient god who has existed since the beginning of the world. He does not like to attack and fight, but prefers to eat.
He is responsible for eating fire in the world, cooking sacrifices, and raising people in the world. He is what ordinary people call the God of Food!
That is the God of Cooking that the clan leader has been looking for!"
"After cooking the gods?",
Chen Zhi nodded gently when he heard this,
"After you claim to be the God of Cooking, do you have any evidence?
You must know that many descendants of gods have inherited the abilities of their bloodline, which is the strongest evidence."
"evidence?",
The man smiled greasyly, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous.
"This broken bloodline has brought me endless troubles, and it's not a good thing. Can I still pretend to be it?
Besides, in this circle of demigods, concubines are the most important thing. Bastards of bastards of bastards like me are not even qualified to climb up to the gods! Is there any other intention?
I remember an old demigod once told me that in ancient times, people with my status would not be worthy of being buried!
What abilities can my immortal ancestors leave to me?
But..." When the middle-aged man said this, he looked at Chen Zhi and Pang Wei with raised eyebrows, and said slightly proudly,
"If you insist on seeing the certificate, just look at my tongue..."
After Liu Baobei finished speaking, he stuck out his tongue, and in an instant, colorful spiritual lights flashed out!
Chen Zhi's eyes were shaken, and when he looked carefully, he saw that it was indeed a unique tongue.
The width of the tongue is slightly larger than an ordinary tongue, and the most important thing is that it is very thick.
The tongue coating of ordinary people is usually white, and it can be divided into other colors depending on the health of the body.
But this guy's tongue coating is a colorful pattern, forming a flower-like pattern. Sticking out his tongue is really like spitting out lotus flowers.
Moreover, those patterns are arranged in a very ancient etiquette, and when the regulations are integrated, it is like a huge formation that can never be penetrated.
Chen Zhi has heard that there are many different kinds of food in the world, but you need a tongue to enjoy them.
Different tongues determine different fortunes. The higher the fortune, the more expensive and delicious the food is, otherwise it will be difficult to swallow.
The size of this tongue is probably worthy of only the emperor...
"Oh, shit! You have such a bad tongue!",
Fat Wei was also extremely surprised when he saw this tongue.
"I said, what's your name? Liu Baobao, right? What a kawaii name, it really doesn't match your appearance!
But your tongue is really amazing. Now I understand that all the delicacies in the world are prepared for people like you who would sacrifice your head.
No wonder you don’t like eating the big bones here, and you can’t get enough of the ordinary food!
Throughout the year, I guess you have to spend a lot of money just on food, right?"
"Yeah~~, I really have no place to express my suffering~~",
Unexpectedly, Fat Wei's words actually reached Liu Baobing's heart, and he immediately started to complain with a frown on his face,
"Look at me, my tongue is destined to be rich and noble, but what's the use of it?
Alas, no one knows my suffering~~
My usual job is to be a gourmet, criticizing food for people. On the surface, I can look at the scenery and eat delicious food that others can't eat. But later...
Alas~~, it’s hard to put it into words~~”,
After Liu Baobao finished speaking, he sighed heavily, and the sad expression rose to his face again.
“As a result, this broken tongue became more and more picky about food, and eventually it didn’t like eating anything at all.
Even the delicacies from the mountains and seas cooked by well-known chefs are tasteless!
Ordinary food is even more difficult to swallow at all. No... I haven't eaten for several days now.
Brother, I'm almost malnourished! It's really killing me...
Hey~~
Later I heard that the leader of the Jiang clan was looking for the God of Cooking, and I remembered a glimmer of hope.
The old cooking god must be no longer alive, and I am probably the only one of his descendants.