"Stop fooling around. Go cook already, I'm starving."
The woman in the yellow dress tugged at the man's hand and spoke with mild reproach.
The man chuckled. "What kind of sausage do you want to try today? I've got big sausages, little cured sausages, mushroom sausages—hundreds of kinds, thousands of flavors. I've got them all."
"Pah, pah, pah!"
The woman in the yellow dress grew annoyed. "That's disgusting. I'm not eating sausage."
"You call yourself the Food God, but when it comes to cooking, you're miles behind the Emotion God."
"Anyway, I don't care. I want to enjoy a delicious feast. Figure it out yourself. If you can't satisfy my appetite, don't even think about coming into the room to rest tonight."
"Fine, fine. Who told me my wife was the Nine Colors Goddess? Isn't making something delicious easy? Watch this Food God show off his skills."
Before he had finished speaking, he turned into a streak of white light and instantly flashed over to the small house nearby.
With another flicker, he entered the kitchen, and the clattering sounds of cooking immediately rang out.
For the Food God, cooking was as easy as breathing.
Any ingredients that reached his hands could be turned from the ordinary into something miraculous.
Well, actually, this was a skill he had honed over and over again. It was not a talent of the Food God, nor did he possess such talent.
Meanwhile, the Nine Colors Goddess also walked to the front of the house and sat at the stone table. She rested her chin in her hands, a smile on her face, though a trace of melancholy showed in her eyes.
Their current ease was only an act. Although the two of them were far from the God Realm Central Hub and could