"Void God Zhu Zhuqing": They deserved it, father and son alike. Still, I'm quite curious—which one of them will drink this nourishing dark cuisine?
"Fire God Ma Hongjun": Why don't we make a bet?
"Supreme God BiBi Dong": Not a bad idea. Dead fatty, you finally said something human.
"Fire God Ma Hongjun": BiBi Dong, isn't that a bit too hurtful?
"Supreme God BiBi Dong": Streamer, are you taking bets?
"Sure, I don't mind. Since you want to play, I'll definitely play along to your heart's content." Di yihong spread his hands and continued, "Tell me, how do you want to bet?"
"Void God Zhu Zhuqing": Simple. Whoever wins gets to take part in the next round of ways to torture Tang San. Whoever loses has to send the streamer gifts.
"Void God Zhu Zhuqing": What do you all think of my idea?
"Nine-Colored Ning Rongrong": Fine, I agree. Then I'm betting Tang San will lose.
"Supreme God BiBi Dong": I have no objections either. I'm also betting Tang San will lose.
"Then let's do it!" Di yihong also thought the wager was pretty good. No matter what, he had nothing to lose. If someone won, they could even help him come up with new ways to torture Tang San next time.
"You two, go collect whatever ingredients you need and start cooking. Take whatever you want."
Tang Hao and Tang San exchanged looks. It seemed the father and son had both made up their minds as they began picking ingredients from that pile of foul-smelling things.
Before long, each of them had gathered their ingredients and lit their stoves.
Once the water in their pots came to a boil, they tossed in the strange-smelling ingredients one after another. As the food cooked, its stench began to emerge.
The smell