I have become a god with hot pot

"So who is that person you saw...?"

The other person was very vigilant, "Ask him what he is doing? You can just go and tell the leader, and I will go in and identify myself later. This credit is mine. Tell you who it is in advance, so that you can grab the reward?"

The two argued for a while, but the person who had seen Guo Guo didn't let go until the other person left cursingly, and then he walked a few steps into the forest, untied his trousers and urinated in the forest.After he finished putting on his pants, he turned around and saw Lan White appearing behind him.

At night, suddenly there was such a big man standing behind him silently, the man jumped up in fright, scolded undecidedly, and asked: "Which village are you from? You don't make any noise when you walk, trying to scare you!" dead?"

Under the moonlight, Lan White showed a strange smile, and he said patiently: "How could it scare you to death? No, it won't."

Although the voice of the person behind him was unfamiliar, hearing the familiar local grunt made the devil's weed caretaker who came to the banquet feel a little relieved.

He thought it was probably a brother he had never seen on the island, so he didn't raise his guard.

"Brother, your accent... is a bit strange, isn't it from this village? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Lan White didn't answer his question immediately, but only found a place for the wooden barrel in his hand against a tree, placed it carefully to make sure it wouldn't fall over, and then turned his head to look at him.

His voice was even gentle, "I don't have much time, but one thing, I'm pretty sure."

The man was puzzled: "What are you talking about?"

The person under the moonlight lowered his head slightly, his side face was curved gently, and his whisper was like a whisper, "The treasure I want to destroy, before I actually do it, I will do my best to protect this beauty—the pleasure of personally destroying the most precious thing." - Sensation, I... I will never give it up to others. "

The man finally sensed the danger, "You want to do—huh!?"

Before he could cry out for help, he was grabbed by the throat.

The hands that pinched his neck were like gears that had been meshing precisely, jamming all his voices back into his stomach.Lan White grabbed his throat with one hand and lifted him up from the ground.

Lan White raised his face and raised a finger at him: "Shhh—don't be noisy, listen to how quiet it is here, I can almost smell the snow."

The man struggled desperately, and a broken voice came out of his throat, "Uh...uh! You...you are..."

Until this time, Lan White's delicate and flamboyant face under the moonlight was still as pure and peaceful as an angel in the Holy See, as if he was just walking under the moonlight after the snow, and the mood of the white snow and bright moon in front of him was destroyed by the dull struggling sound. Only then did I feel slightly troubled.

"Your...accent, you are...Long...Island, you are...a person of disaster, uh..."

Lan White: "That's right, this is the only valuable information that you have judged correctly tonight. After all, this native language is extremely difficult for outsiders to learn, and there are only two places on the entire continent where Guru is the mother tongue. The other place is my hometown, even if you know it now... so what?"

Lan White's expression can even be said to be calm and compassionate, "The dead will go to the grave with secrets, and you have no chance to tell them. Only at this time can I be myself for a while..."

"This is my... most enjoyable moment, so relaxed and comfortable."

He raised his head and took a deep breath in the cold air.The icy air filled his chest and lungs, and along his veins, the frosty chill entered his head, cooling down the feverish brain, "You are lucky, I don't have time to enjoy myself today, he is waiting for me to go back now... ...What's more, if I have fun, he will smell it."

In the utter silence of the snow, there was a soft sound of bones breaking. Lan White didn't even look at the limp man in his hand, and casually threw his body on the ground.

He walked to the clean snowdrift and carefully rubbed his hands with the icy white snow, until the white joints turned red from the cold, and the pain became dull. He put his hands under his nose and smelled them. Picking up the wooden barrel next to him again, he walked back from the darkness to the brightly lit village.

Seeing Lan White coming back from a distance, Guo Guo trotted over quickly, and asked with bright eyes: "How?"

"It went very well." Accompanied by the fragrance of the cold snow, Lan White put down the big wooden barrel in his arms, "I found the nearest spring...everything is according to your requirements, it is clean and not polluted."

The cold air on this man's body was obviously running all the way for him in the snow, but Guo Guo took a look at him before opening the barrel.

Lan White looked at him, with dark stars flickering in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Guo Guo shook his head and said nothing, lowered his head and opened the wooden barrel. After a little inspection, he walked into the tent alone with the wooden barrel in his arms.

Opening the curtain and walking in, many people in the venue turned their heads to look at him. Nearly 40 people sat on three long tables in the venue, and three hot pots were placed on each long table.

The charcoal basin has been placed on the ground beside the table, and the side dishes and small ingredients are also prepared on the table. The Guoguo set of novel eating equipment has obviously never been seen by people on this island.

And because of unexpected changes that no one knew about, Guo Guo took some time to prepare new hot pot ingredients and did not show up for a long time, but this period of waiting has already whetted the appetite of everyone present.

Seeing Guo Guo walking in alone, the priestess froze for a moment, and said to Guo Guo in common language: "What happened?"

"Nothing, I can start now."

The priestess looked at the wooden barrel in his hand and asked hesitantly, "What kind of hot pot are you going to cook today? The mutton pieces on the table are frozen hard. Putting it into hot soup will greatly affect the taste and taste after cooking... People here have been eating mutton for generations, and they are very familiar with this taste. You were not here before, and you don’t know how to eat mutton.

The priest's concern was reasonable. She specially invited the chiefs of the various villages to eat the "hot pot" together, and planned to discuss business matters after the meal.

What's more, she has already praised Haikou to everyone in the public just now, highly appreciating Guo Guo's special method "hot pot", which is a way of eating that can have a deeper understanding and communication with natural ingredients. Promote this way of eating to other villages.

If Guo Guo failed to make the hot pot this time because he didn't understand the characteristics of the ingredients, it would be a big shame, and even she would become a laughing stock in the entire territory.

This can never happen. After recovering from her illness, she urgently needs a chance to regain her prestige. As a result, all the leaders rushed here, and the first meal they sat down couldn't be eaten well. This kind of hospitality is simply against you. Public humiliation of the chief.

She also specially sent someone to inquire yesterday, and learned that Guo Guo wanted to make mutton mushrooms today, and chopped up the mutton bone stew in advance, saying that the thick mutton soup and the fresh mushroom flavor complement each other, which can The mutton they often eat has a completely different flavor.

She originally had great expectations for the hot pot that Guo Guo said, but when she went to the table tonight, the pot was empty. Not only did she not see a mushroom, even the mutton cut into small pieces frozen.

The pots on the table were all open, and it was so empty that it made people panic. There was no condiment, and there was no special soup base prepared by Guo Guo as usual.

There was already a leader next to him because he was too hungry, and his face showed an impatient look. He was obviously not convinced by Guo Guo, and even looked at the priest who hadn't shown his face for a long time, full of doubts.

She slowly frowned, feeling more and more that this matter was going to happen.But at this time, it was too late for her to ask someone to prepare another dinner, so she had no choice but to act as a living horse doctor, pinning all her hopes on the mysterious big wooden barrel in Guo Guo's hand.

Guo Guo took a deep breath, picked up the big wooden barrel, and poured it into an empty pot.

There is no warm thick soup with rich aroma as imagined, and no refreshing and strange aroma.

The poured things were in the hot pot, and there was a series of crisp crashing sounds.This kind of texture is indeed unexpected, but this accident looks more like a shock at this time.

Everyone took a closer look and turned pale with shock: "Ice Cube!?"