Though broadly speaking, his relationship with Emperor Wenchang was indeed not shallow.
After all, he had offered incense and worshipped for so many years.
But the key was, his Divine Service Rating with Emperor Wenchang was fucking only 0.5%!
Because of that, the original owner had been dead last in his class, even his grade, year after year.
"Kitchen God, is there... any other way?"
Lu Chen smiled somewhat sheepishly.
"Other ways?" The Kitchen God was slightly taken aback. "No. At least, these are the only three methods this Lord can think of for now. Why... could it be that your Divine Service Rating with Emperor Wenchang is not high?"
"Ahem, 0.5%," Lu Chen said in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"What? Only 5%?"
Lu Chen: "..."
"Kitchen God, it's 0.5%!"
This time, the other end of the idol fell completely silent.
After a long while, the Kitchen God's incredulous voice finally came through:
"My young friend, you are not joking with this Lord, are you? There is actually a Divine Service Rating of 0.5% in this world?"
"Well... there is."
Lu Chen guessed that, in the Kitchen God's mind, he had probably gone straight from a person of extraordinary talent to the table reserved for brutish fools.
"Hiss~ This number truly exceeds this Lord's expectations."
A stifled chuckle came from the other end of the idol.
"Forget it, forget it. Since things have come to this, there is likely no way around it.
With that little Divine Service Rating of yours, even if you kowtowed a hundred or a thousand times, you might not draw the Emperor's gaze, much less communicate with Him.
My young friend, you should give up on this and seek another mission."
The Kitchen God spoke bluntly, but honestly.
"This..."
Lu Chen