Thump, thump, thump!
Lu Chen's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He subconsciously swallowed, steadied himself, and only then walked step by step toward the thatched cottage.
Stepping inside, he found the furnishings sparse and simple.
Out of the corner of his eye, Lu Chen immediately spotted a white-haired young man sitting peacefully at a wooden table beside the stove in the inner room.
The man wore an embroidered brocade robe and possessed extraordinary beauty. He picked up a piece of candy from a dish on the table and leisurely placed it in his mouth.
"Y-you're... the Kitchen God?" Lu Chen was stunned on the spot.
In his mind, the Kitchen God ought to have been a kindly old man with a benevolent face and a big belly. How could he be as dashing and handsome as the man before him?
Wait!
Lu Chen actually remembered now.
It was said that in the early days, the Kitchen God had always taken the route of a handsome young man.
But as folk worship spread further and wider, in order to better embody the Kitchen God's identity as a "common god and House Immortal,"
he had gradually transformed into the image of an old man.
Clearly, this handsome man before him was the Kitchen God's true appearance.
"My young friend, since you worship the Kitchen God, if I am not the Kitchen God, then who else could I be?"
The Kitchen God raised his eyes, his divine gaze like stars.
"Sit."
"Yes, thank you, Kitchen God!" Lu Chen gave a deep bow and sat down opposite him as instructed.
The Kitchen God picked up another piece of candy and savored it carefully, but shook his head slightly. "The candies of this present age may have novel flavors, but in the end, they cannot