The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

#210 - Blessing from the God of Food

Attilan looked at Hana with doting affection.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you!"

The Leopard Woman clutched her Fairy Flower, a look of resentment on her face, tearing off a twisted petal and stuffing it into her mouth. With Attilan's dazzling Golden Smile appearing, who would want her misshapen Fairy Flower?

"Damn Attilan, why does he always have to serve his dish right when I've just presented mine!"

No way! She had to know how the little dragon made food that could fly and laugh.

"Hey, why can your steamed buns fly and laugh? And there are so many of them, all flying into the sky, not a single failure."

Attilan had included a large amount of water element condensation crystals in the beef filling. Originally, the hot oil should have been stimulating the moisture in the beef, but now it was directly stimulating the element crystals.

Without enough water vapor, how could the buns possibly fly into the sky?

Looking at the Leopard Woman gritting her teeth, Attilan said calmly:

"Before preparing for this大会 (dà huì - assembly/meeting/conference), I was already experimenting with making Golden Smiles, and I understand the effects of the ingredients and techniques perfectly."

"It's because I know what effects these things will produce that I combine them like this, instead of presumptuously piling up high-quality ingredients."

"Dishes made that way, even if they taste good, don't have their own soul, not to mention that if the chef doesn't understand the ingredients well enough, the result of piling them up haphazardly will naturally be failure."

"Fairy Flower Nectar, Golden Wheat, Five-Colored Chicken Eggs, you used these three magical ingredients to make bread, but you didn't even match the right proportions."

"Even like this, you can still distinguish the ingredients I used?"

"Of course, Golden Wheat and Five-Colored Chicken are both my creations. Although I borrowed a little bit of help from other druids, I couldn't be more familiar with these two magical ingredients!"

The most valuable part of the Five-Colored Chicken isn't actually their meat and eggs, but their dazzling five-colored tail feathers, which can be used to make magic arrows, better guiding energy into the arrow shaft and causing more effective magic damage.

"I can't even bear to eat the Five-Colored Chicken Eggs, just to expand the scale of the Five-Colored Chicken as soon as possible. As a result, you actually took ten eggs in one go. Do you know how much impact that has on the breeding process?"

The Leopard Woman's mouth opened slightly. She thought Five-Colored Chicken Eggs were just ingredients, but she didn't expect these eggs to be druid creations.

If they were ingredients, eating them would be fine, but creations are related to the growth of the druid's strength, so they can't be eaten casually. If you destroy a plant or animal that the druid has cultivated for dozens or hundreds of years, it will be a never-ending feud.

"Is it that important?"

Attilan couldn't help but laugh.

"It's not that exaggerated. The ones you took were all eggs that would hatch into roosters. The key to expanding the Five-Colored Chicken population lies in the hens. The strongest rooster eggs are all placed in special incubators."

"There are quite a few guys in Greenscale Town who only know how to eat when they pick up things. I don't dare put valuable things around casually, just in case you accidentally destroy them."

Actually, if the Leopard Woman had put her heart into it, she wouldn't have been able to see through the essence of Golden Wheat and Five-Colored Chicken Eggs. The problem is that the Leopard Woman likes to play, and she has always been half-hearted when it comes to cultivation.

"Hurry up and try the Golden Smile, it won't be good if you don't eat it soon."

The bun flew around in the air, controlled by Attilan, and the plate caught it steadily. Looking at the golden bun lying quietly on the plate, revealing a smiling face, everyone stepped forward and reached out their hands.

Unexpectedly, with one bite, the bun actually laughed again, scaring them so much that they almost didn't dare to continue eating.

The Leopard Woman braced herself and took another bite. This time, the bun finally didn't laugh anymore.

"It's delicious. The golden crust is savory, crispy, and the rich meat juice inside is like a herd of stampeding wild bulls rushing through my mouth, so delicious!"

"That's right, the rich meat soup is like a tide, wave after wave constantly attacking, making people unable to resist at all, especially the slight spiciness in the beef, it's so refreshing."

"Not only is it delicious, but it's also full of joy and magical special effects. It seems that Attilan is the champion this time."

A halfling was even in tears.

"Damn it, why can't I make such magical food!"

After tasting the Golden Smile, the contestants showed expressions of self-admiration and looked at Attilan, their hands also subconsciously reaching for the plate.

One large and one small, two fair palms simultaneously grabbed the last bun.

"Sister Sandri, I'm still a child and need to grow, so let me have this last one."

Faced with Hana's pitiful expression, the Leopard Woman was completely unmoved.

"Come on! That trick of yours might fool the little boys in your class, but you want to fool me! Attilan is my biggest opponent, I must understand his work and find a way to counter him."

"If you really lack nutrition, I do have something good here."

The Leopard Woman smiled evilly and held her Evil Flower in front of Hana.

"Although its appearance is not good, and even the taste has a little problem, it cannot be denied that this dish contains a lot of nutrition."

"It's exactly the nutrition you little children need to grow, so, eat it."

Hana awkwardly withdrew her hand.

"But I'm not very hungry, maybe I ate too quickly just now, and my stomach's feedback didn't keep up. You eat, sister, I'm full, goodbye!"

Hana decisively turned around and ran away. As a judge, she had already paid a painful price after tasting it just now. She used a full three cups of water to clear the suffocating sweetness from her mouth.

"Ingredients are limited, I only made over a hundred Golden Smiles. Half of them have been served here, and the remaining half will be given to the audience to taste, after all, delicious food is more interesting when shared with everyone."

Saying that, Attilan returned to his stove, holding a covered plate and came to the sky above the audience seat, slowly opening the lid, with white water vapor, the Golden Smile flew out of the plate with a smile.

"Whoever catches it can taste this deliciousness."

The soldiers stationed on the grassland are all elites, and the speed of the bun's jet flight is not fast, so they can naturally catch it, and after getting it, they can't wait to take a bite.

Or pinch it, listen to the bun laugh, and then share it with friends.

Although there are many dark dishes, this 面点 (miàn diǎn - dim sum) food conference still produced many high-quality dishes, such as the Soul-Returning Noodles carefully researched by the Half-Goatman!

The Half-Goatman's girlfriend, Trina's problem has not been properly resolved, and the role of Soul-Returning Noodles is to nourish the lover's soul with deep love.

Special treatment aside, the chewy and springy noodles, the savory and rich broth, and the refreshing side dishes were simply irresistible.

"Meipu, your Resurrecting Noodles are getting more and more exquisite. I think if you keep at it, maybe Trina's problem can really be solved with a bowl of noodles."

The half-goat man sighed and looked back at Trina, who was standing on the sidelines smiling at him.

"If only things were that simple."

Although the competition was over, the food still had to be made. Everyone had tasted a little bit earlier, or watched the entire production process, and became interested in some kind of food.

Now was the time to taste at will.

"Please give me a Chicken Claw Burger!"

The chicken claw meat with the bones removed was indeed great to eat, and the perfectly baked bun was also very tempting.

Tasting all kinds of delicacies, time passed quickly, and night soon fell.

Atilan and the Old Rascal did not stay for the bonfire party, but quietly returned to the forest and landed in front of Oak Hall.

"Today's excitement must have collected a lot of enthusiastic power of faith. Now enter the Emerald Dream and guide the illusion of the Mantou God to make what we want."

"You also need to go in together, wholeheartedly making a Golden Smiling Bun as a carrier of the power of faith, after all, you are recognized by everyone as the champion."

"No problem!"

Atilan's eyes were burning. Although he launched the Mantou God project, it had always been the Old Rascal, Vine Woman, and Bear Man who were running it. He hadn't even seen the illusion of the Mantou God.

The Old Rascal suddenly showed a strange smile.

"When you see the Mantou God, don't be too surprised."

"Got it."

It's just a virtual god. Even if the Mantou God really develops intelligence, it can only be considered a spirit related to food, and it won't become a big deal.

After all, no one directly believes in the Mantou God, everyone just yearns for the Four Divine Mountains and Seas Eight Treasures Soul-Suppressing Mantou.

The Old Rascal took out a wooden staff and opened the door to the Emerald Dream.

This was a closed small space inside the Emerald Dream. Besides the souls that were purified and placed here, there was a tall wooden altar and the Four Divine Mountains and Seas Eight Treasures Soul-Suppressing Mantou placed in the center of the altar.

But the most surprising thing to Atilan was that behind the Soul-Suppressing Mantou, there was actually a wooden statue with a dragon's head and a human body.

The more Atilan looked at the statue, the more familiar it seemed.

But what made him most strange was why the statue had to be made with a dragon's head and a human body. It seemed that there was no such creature in this world, right?

"Old Rascal, what does this statue mean?"

"This dragon head looks familiar, right? Handsome, right?"

"Indeed, very handsome, but compared to me, it's still slightly lacking. Why did you design the Mantou God like this?"

The Old Rascal said with a smile:

"This is your master's idea. To be precise, this is not the Mantou God you think it is, but the God of Food! The wooden sculpture is to store the power of faith, and when the time is right, the power of faith will return to the true owner."

"Who is it?"

The Old Rascal didn't speak, but summoned a water mirror in front of Atilan.

Atilan saw his reflection in the water mirror and was completely shocked. He looked at the water mirror and then at the wooden sculpture.

"This this this... How is this dragon head wooden sculpture so much like me..."

The Old Rascal interrupted him.

"Just know it, don't say it out loud."

"So Master has already started planning for the things after I become a quasi-god?"

"After you proposed the concept of the Mantou God, Gai'oge had this idea. Food is indeed a field rarely involved by gods. There are very few gods with food as their divine duty."

"It can be said that there are none at all. At the same time, making food inevitably requires ingredients, then you can also dabble in hunting, agricultural planting, commercial transactions, and other divine duties through food in the future."

"Compared with the thunder and bear categories that Gai'oge prepared for himself, these two divine duties with countless competing gods, he really cares about you, this disciple."

"High expectations ah."

He was only one kun old, and his master's career plan was already made for a thousand years later.

Too scary.

But a master like Gai'oge is indeed loved.

"If I die, you will need to come here to dredge. You kid really has talent in the way of food. The God of Food will not have any conflict with the other Dragon Gods."

"Those two should not prevent the appearance of a Food Dragon God who is helpful to both of them."

The Old Rascal didn't say one thing, that is, compared to the Elemental Dragon Gods, the Food Dragon God's combat power is really not enough to watch.

"Let's start, you make the Golden Smiling Bun, and I will guide the power of faith."

Atilan took out the ingredients and started kneading the dough. He suddenly felt a peculiar force gradually wrapping around the dough. He vaguely seemed to see the dough turn into a white dragon.

Looking closely again, the noodles were still noodles, but Atilan knew that it was not his eyesight, it was the power of faith that began to play a role.

Even the marinated beef seemed to shine with brilliant seven-colored light, even fresher than the newly slaughtered beef, as if it had come back to life.

As the wrapped buns went into the oil pan, suddenly a brilliant golden light shone in the oil pan, making Atilan almost not control the heat and pick up the buns in advance.

Fortunately, he finally held back.

The Golden Smiling Bun was completed, and Atilan covered the bun with a lid and placed it on the wooden table for offering the God of Food.

The Old Rascal injected the last power of faith into the Golden Smiling Bun in the plate, panting and said:

"Open the lid."

Atilan narrowed his eyes and lifted the lid. Sure enough, a golden light that was even more dazzling than when it was just put into the oil pan shone brightly, accompanied by clear laughter.

From this laughter, he seemed to hear the scene of everyone having a food conference together during the day.

"Fortunately, I had foresight."

Atilan turned his head and saw the Old Rascal with tears in his eyes.

"Old Rascal, are you okay?"

"Bastard, why didn't you remind me that there would be golden light!"

"Didn't you see it just now?"

"I was concentrating on casting the spell, what could I notice!"

The Old Rascal stretched out his hand and said:

"Help me up, the Golden Smiling Bun must be eaten immediately."

Atilan quickly helped the Old Rascal to the wooden table, groped and grabbed the Golden Smiling Bun, and eagerly stuffed it into his mouth.

"Old Rascal, how is it?"

Atilan looked at him expectantly, but the Old Rascal didn't speak.