The original god of the Jyota Jinchūriki

Chapter 183 Dinner Party
"Yo yo yo, what are you doing? Are you planning to marinate little Paimon and then grill him? That's so mean!"

Hu Tao walked in from the main entrance of Wanmin Hall carrying two jars of fine wine, followed by Xingqiu and Chongyun. When the three of them entered the door, they saw a group of people gathered around the stove.

Hu Tao, who loves to watch the fun, naturally would not miss such an event. She leaned over to Ruo Jin and looked over. Paimon, who was covered with nectar, was surrounded by people. This reminded Hu Tao of the time when she, Ruo Jin and Xiang Ling had been eating barbecue together in the wild.

At that time, the three of them surrounded the roasted suckling pig just like everyone was surrounding Paimon now, except that the roasted suckling pig had turned into Paimon, and Hu Tao felt a little strange.

"That's right, you guys are really too mean."

Not knowing what Hu Tao was thinking at the moment, Paimon expressed his deep agreement with Hu Tao's words. However, as soon as Paimon finished speaking, Hu Tao took out the Staff of Homa, and the fire element ignited along the Staff of Homa.

"You didn't even add other ingredients when you were marinating Little Paimeng. What a waste. By the way, when are we going to start roasting Little Paimeng? This hall master can provide the fire element~"

"Huh?? Walnut, you're even worse!"

Paimon's angry look caused everyone to laugh. Seeing that the joke was almost over, Xingqiu, who was the only one among the few who possessed the water-attributed divine eye, also took the initiative to do the cleaning work.

"Cut the rain and flow the rainbow!"

The water element condensed, and several rain curtain swords gently hit Paimeng. It must be said that Xingqiu's skills in controlling the water element are quite good. Looking at Paimeng's enjoyable look, you can tell that the strength of these rain curtain swords is just right.

“I’ll come too.”

Mona waved her hand in the air, and a ball of water appeared above Paimon's head. Before Paimon could react, the water ball burst, and a large ball of water soaked Paimon from head to toe.

Although Paimon looked a little embarrassed at this time, the water element that fell from the sky with Mona was indeed much faster than Xingqiu's Rain Curtain Sword in cleaning. It was just that Mona might have condensed a little too much water. In addition to helping Paimon wash off the nectar and chili oil on his body, she even helped Paimon take a bath.

Seeing Paimon's look, everyone around burst into laughter. While everyone was laughing, Ye Lan, who had been busy all day, brought Shen He to the Wanmin Hall.

Seeing a group of people gathered in the kitchen, Ye Lan also went in to take a look. In the kitchen, although Paimon's miserable appearance attracted some of Ye Lan's attention, what attracted Ye Lan most was the big pot of brand new dish on the stove that she had never seen before, fried pork with chili peppers.

Ye Lan has been helping Ningguang with her work recently, but she hasn't been to Wanmin Hall to eat some spicy dishes for a long time. Now she suddenly saw this pot of pork stewed with chili oil. Although the dish looked greasy and a little dark, Ye Lan, who had confidence in Xiangling's cooking skills, swallowed her saliva unconsciously.

This dish must be something Xiangling had just come up with. If so, she would help Xiangling try it first. No one among these people could eat something so spicy anyway.

As an intelligence officer under Ningguang, Ye Lan naturally knew the intelligence of several people in Wanmin Hall, and their eating habits were naturally included in the intelligence, so Ye Lan felt that this dish was most likely prepared by Xiangling specially for her.

He did it right away. Considering that the overheated oil in the pot might hurt people, Ye Lan specially found a pair of longer chopsticks. While no one was paying attention, Ye Lan stretched out the chopsticks and quickly picked up a piece of burnt lard residue and put it into his mouth.

There was a crisp sound as it entered the mouth, and it was extremely crispy. With a light bite, a small ball of lard spurted out like a fountain, exuding fragrance. The ultimate crispy fragrance made Ye Lan's brain stop thinking for several seconds.

Before Ye Lan could continue chewing, the lard dregs fried to crispy by the chili oil began to emit the spiciness of Jueyun pepper in her mouth. This spiciness was like an exploding fire slime, hot and powerful. Fragrant, crispy and spicy, these four unique tastes were cleverly integrated into a small piece of lard dregs, which made Ye Lan, who loved spicy food very much, completely intoxicated by it, and the enjoyment on Ye Lan's face aroused Shen He's curiosity.

Shen He followed Ye Lan's example and picked up a piece of lard and put it in her mouth. Soon, Shen He's originally snow-white face began to turn an attractive reddish color. Shen He, who had been living on various herbs in the mountains for many years and had a light taste, never expected that this small piece of lard would be so spicy. She also could not accept such spicy food.

Shen He, who was caught off guard by the spiciness, and Ye Lan, who was still enjoying the food, didn't notice that there was something wrong with Xiang Ling's eyes when she looked at them. Looking at Ye Lan eating piece after piece as if she had encountered the most delicious food in the world, Xiang Ling was a little hesitant. If she remembered correctly, Paimeng had fallen into this pot of meat before.

But before Xiangling could continue to hesitate, everyone present discovered that Ye Lan seemed to be stealing something. So under the leadership of Hu Tao, Ruo Jin and others quickly found out what Ye Lan was stealing.

After Ye Lan's explanation, except for Paimeng who was taken by Ying to change clothes, the rest of the people thought that this was a new dish developed by Xiang Ling, and they were all very enthusiastic about helping Xiang Ling taste it.

Seeing the lard residue in the pot decreasing rapidly, and her friends around her stuffing the lard into their mouths with their tongues sticking out, Xiangling thought about it and decided not to say anything about it. However, from then on, Wanmin Hall had a very good dish to go with wine because of what happened today.

Of course, after helping Paimeng change his clothes, Ying also tasted a small piece. After eating, Ying looked at Ye Lan who was still stuffing food into her mouth. Suddenly, a question arose in her mind. As we all know, spicy food will make people feel hot, and the element of fire can also make people feel hot. So after eating such spicy food, when Ye Lan goes to the toilet, will a steaming reaction be triggered between her butt and the toilet?
Time passed as Ying was thinking about this problem, and the sun gradually set. Before night fell, Xiangling had prepared all the meals, and Zhongli also calculated the time. When the last dish was served, he just stepped into Wanmin Hall.

At the dinner table, everyone was chatting and laughing. Ruojin was sitting on Hutao on his left and Xiangling on his right, under Ying's envious eyes. As if they were afraid that Ruojin might be hungry, Hutao and Xiangling kept picking up food for Ruojin. Soon, Ruojin's front was filled with food.

Shen He, who was observing everyone on the side, saw what Hu Tao and Xiang Ling were doing. She looked around as if she understood, then poured the whole plate of stir-fried pork slices into the bowl in front of Ye Lan. Under everyone's confused eyes, Shen He imitated what Xiang Ling said to Ruo Jin and spoke without emotion.

"Ye Lan, eat more, this is delicious."

"Thank you, thank you..."

She had never expected Shen He to do this. Ye Lan, who had seen all kinds of storms, was a little dumbfounded, but she could see Shen He's good intentions, so Ye Lan could only bite the bullet and eat the plate of stir-fried pork slices under the gaze of everyone.
"Zhongli, have you finished writing the plaque that the hall master asked you to write?"

In order to prevent the atmosphere at the table from becoming further awkward, Hu Tao, who was good at adjusting the atmosphere, immediately changed the topic and shifted everyone's attention from Ye Lan to Zhongli.

"Ahem, speaking rationally, Master, I am going to look for inspiration for writing today. Things like plaques require a lot of inspiration."

Accustomed to being stared at, Zhong Dandingli picked up a piece of spicy pork lard, a new dish he had never seen before, and put it into his mouth. While feeling the rather novel and delicious taste in his mouth, he kept his eyes open and told lies to Hu Tao.

"Okay, okay, Zhongli, what you said does make sense. It's not urgent now. Just wait until this hall master comes back and you can finish it."

After thinking about it, she felt that what Zhongli said made sense, so Hu Tao let Zhongli go for the time being. When Xiangling heard Hu Tao's words hinting at a long journey, she asked curiously.

"Walnut, are you planning on going somewhere to play?"

"Hehe, before dinner just now, Sister Ye Lan said that the man named Diluk brought a message to the caravan, saying that he invited Ajin to go to Mondstadt to participate in the Fine Brew Festival. This hall master wanted to take this opportunity to go to Mondstadt as well and see if we can open a branch of the Hall of the Rebirth in Mondstadt."

(End of this chapter)