God of Food burst into tears instantly: "Your Majesty, would the Saint reason with us?"
Queen Mother sighed deeply.
Good question.
She dared not answer.
But the God of Food must still be protected.
The Flat Peach Assembly of the Queen Mother truly cannot do without the God of Food.
After pondering for a moment, Queen Mother gave the God of Food an idea: "Haven't you taken disciples before?"
God of Food's eyes lit up.
"Are there any from the Human race?"
"Yes, yes, yes, several," hurriedly said the God of Food. "Among them, a disciple surnamed Kang is particularly talented and admires Great Emperor Changsheng tremendously, always dreaming of cooking a meal for Great Emperor Changsheng."
Queen Mother said with a smile: "Fulfill this child's wish, and from now on, whenever Great Emperor Changsheng has any instructions, let Master Kang handle them. This Wan Zhuo's all beef banquet will also be his responsibility this time."
"Your Majesty is wise."
