After Hu Jiaojiao laid out the dishes, she sat properly with her head lowered, her thoughts a tangled mess.
She had always found it difficult to accept the idea that humans could become gods.
To a Human Race Believer who had never gone to Holy Spirit Mountain for "advanced studies," what Deng Yuxiang had done was utterly rebellious.
It was even a violation of heaven's law!
Yet the affairs of this world had never shifted according to any individual's will.
North Wind City had now been renamed Nightmare City.
The North Wind Disciples who once filled the city had already entered under Lady Nightmare's command. Tomorrow, on the first day of the lunar new year, countless Human Race Believers would offer worship to Lady Nightmare as well.
"You made these yourself?" Deng Yuxiang picked up a dumpling. It looked like a gold ingot.
Round and plump.
Just like Hu Jiaojiao's little face.
"Yes." Hu Jiaojiao kept both hands beneath the table, nervously twisting her fingers together.
Deng Yuxiang dipped the dumpling in a little vinegar and swallowed it in one bite.
She savored that flavor unique to the mortal world.
Ever since advancing to the Jiang Realm, she had stopped eating. Who would have thought that after ascending to the God Realm, after all those twists and turns, she would once again be here carefully tasting delicious food?
The piping-hot wrapper, the fragrant cabbage and pork, the juices brimming with happiness.
"Delicious." Deng Yuxiang smiled.
Hu Jiaojiao pursed her lips and said softly, "Thank you."
Deng Yuxiang: "."
She was not someone skilled at livening up the atmosphere.
Among the three-person group of Deng Yuxiang, Yan Shuangzi, and Hu Jiaojiao, the latter had always been the pistachio.
The former two were more alike in style.
Proud and radiant, the sort