Douluo's gold and silver dragon god

Chapter 391 Porridge, God of Cookery Hotel

"However, perhaps because the food at the God of Cookery Hotel is really worth the money, even the nobles in the distant main cities will come from afar to come to eat at the God of Cookery Hotel, which is famous for thousands of miles. After the drought, the God of Cookery Tavern made a big deal out of us. Mercy, serving porridge outside the hotel, so that we will not starve to death due to the drought." The old man's words were full of reverence, he glanced at Gu Chen and the others, and said, "It's almost time for dinner, Er Since you are curious about the God of Cookery Hotel, why don't you go with me?"

Gu Chen nodded slightly, and said, "I'm sorry."

The old man led the way and led the crowd towards the town.

Along the way, the old man chatted with Gu Chen and others about the God of Cookery Hotel. His words only contained infinite gratitude to the God of Cookery Hotel, without any disrespect.

This also made Gu Chen and others more curious about the God of Cookery Hotel that the old man was talking about.

After entering the town, everyone saw a long queue coming out of the center of the town.

"This is the line waiting for the porridge." The old man pointed to the long line of people in front of him and said.

Gu Yuena asked with some doubts: "Senior, there seems to be a lot of nobles in this team. They should disdain to come here to wait for the porridge."

The old man followed Gu Yuena's gaze, and saw that about one-third of the people in the queue waiting for the porridge bowl looked glamorous, with greasy faces on their bodies, and they didn't look like they were about to starve to death people.

"It's not just us disaster-stricken people who come here to wait for the porridge. There are also many nobles in the city who come here! I heard that the rice in the porridge is not a mortal thing, it seems to be a spirit on the Tianshan Mountain. Rice. It's just that ordinary people like us without soul power can't eat it." The old man seemed to be used to this, he said with a smile.

Luo Chen couldn't help asking: "However, these people obviously don't need to be rescued. Can't the people at the God of Cookery Hotel distinguish these people?"

The old man shook his head and said: "The God of Cookery Hotel uses a lot of rice for serving porridge. According to them, having these nobles is nothing more than washing a few more dishes. Alright, I'm going to queue. If you If you are interested, you can also queue up and try.”

After the old man finished speaking, he walked towards the queue that was lined up like a long dragon.

"Try?" Gu Chen looked at the crowd.

The crowd nodded.

So Gu Chen and his party followed the old man and lined up at the back of the line.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and after a quarter of an hour, Gu Chen and the others really entered the center of the town.

They have been able to see the end of the line.

At the end of the line, there is a three-storey building. The building looks very large, and it should be regarded as the largest building in this small town.

Above the gate of this building, there is a wooden plaque with the four characters "God of Cookery Hotel" engraved on it.

Five meters away from the gate of Chef God Hotel, there was a porridge booth. Under the porridge booth stood a very plain-looking middle-aged man in a chef uniform. In the bowl, the wooden bowl containing the porridge is distributed to the person at the front.

His movements seemed calm, but in fact they were very fast. It took no more than five seconds in total from making the porridge to handing the porridge.

The number of people in front of Gu Chen and the others decreased rapidly, and of course, there were also many newcomers behind them.

When the old man who had led the way for Gu Chen and others received the porridge, it was Gu Chen and others' turn.

The middle-aged man in a chef's uniform handed a bowl of gruel to Gu Chen.

"Thank you." Gu Chen took the porridge, thanked him, and quickly walked aside without wasting his time.

The partners also quickly received their portion of porridge, and then surrounded Gu Chen.

"It smells really good." Gu Chen moved his nose and praised involuntarily.

In this gruel, the number of rice grains can be counted with two hands, but this porridge exudes a faint aroma all the time, which is refreshing.

The others didn't speak, but started to drink porridge directly.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Gu Chen touched his nose and took a sip of the porridge in his bowl.

The warm porridge entered his mouth along with one or two grains of rice, and slid down his esophagus very softly, a strong aroma erupted in his taste buds.

As the porridge entered his stomach, Gu Chen was surprised to feel a weak and soft energy appeared in his body, this energy instantly replenished his physical strength, and even promoted his calm soul power There is a slight upward trend.

This rice...is really not a mortal thing!
Including Gu Chen, everyone's eyes were full of surprise.

Everyone seemed to be looking at the middle-aged man in the chef's uniform. As the person who took out this kind of Lingmi, it is impossible for the middle-aged chef not to know that this rice is a good thing, but he still took it. came out, and took it out for disaster relief.

Whether it's the people in the God of Cookery Hotel who are stupid and have a lot of money, or the God of Cookery Hotel is really kind-hearted, just the perseverance to give this kind of wealth to ordinary people is admirable.

Suddenly, some contradictions appeared at the soup kitchen.

A shirtless man drank the porridge in a bowl in one gulp, but did not leave. He stood in front of the line and said to the middle-aged chef, "Give me another bowl!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged chef frowned, and replied lightly: "Sorry, the free porridge in this hotel only provides one bowl per person per day."

The naked-chested man glared, an ax appeared in his hand, and immediately after that, eight spirit rings rose from behind him. This man turned out to be a Contra-level powerhouse.

This Contra released his aura, forcing the crowd in line behind to back up, and the line became very chaotic for a while.

"Do you know who I am? Since you don't want to give me another bowl, I'll get it myself!" Contra said coldly, his eyes full of greed as he looked at the cauldron in front of the middle-aged chef. color.

This porridge is really a good thing. After just drinking a small bowl, the bottleneck of my soul power, which has been stagnant for a long time, has loosened a bit. Level Soul Douluo?

This Contra thought so much, his saliva almost flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, this Contra passed by this small town, but after seeing the situation here, he lined up here curiously, but he didn't expect that the rice was so good.

This Contra's greed for this spiritual rice porridge was also his temporary intention.

Contra stretched out his right hand, not afraid of being scalded, and grabbed the cauldron of Lingmi porridge in front of him.

Seeing this scene, Gu Chen and the others frowned, and Gu Chen also stood up, planning to rescue him.

But at this moment, the middle-aged chef, who seemed to have no soul power, made a move. He stretched out one hand, and let the spoon in his hand sweep towards Contra's outstretched hand.

(End of this chapter)