Chapter 51: How to entertain a dragon

Putting aside the starry sky that had been moaning on the hospital bed for a week, and not mentioning the accidental episode that night, the live cooking art of Flame was generally a great success. At least, after such a superb cooking performance, the Flame Monarch became a new idol of the majority of female compatriots overnight, and won the title of "Friends of Women" personally awarded by He Taiping...

Although the fans are relatively old, this cannot stop their enthusiasm for chasing stars. Within just three days, the Lord's Mansion received nearly 500 letters, and the recipients said "Flame Receive" without exception, and occasionally the words "Dear" were added to the front. Judging from the content of the letter, most of them were asked how to make delicious dishes, and occasionally a grudge from the boudoir told Firebaugh about his unfortunate marriage and applied for assistance from him.

"How great, this is worthy of your reputation as a friend of women!" He Taiping moved all the sacks of letters to the flame's room, then clapped his hands and exclaimed sincerely, "In short, you have read all these letters for me these days, and then choose some meaningful replies. In addition, in the next cooking performance, we will also make some verbal replies to several readers' letters."

In fact, there is really no other place to go to, because as soon as he goes out, he will be surrounded by enthusiastic fans, and he is quite stanced to chase stars without fear of flames. So at this moment, he can only follow He Taiping's request to look through the letters in the room, and then reply with his sad face, using his handwriting that is so clumsy that he can't be more clumsy.

"To be honest, I thought my handwriting was the most ugly, but now it seems that I was wrong..." After looking behind him for ten minutes, He Taiping finally couldn't help but sigh. Then, he shook the bell beside him and ordered his servants to call Drizzt and Roger as gunmen. As it turned out, Drizzt's handwriting and Roger's sweet words were the killers of all middle-aged women. It is estimated that when these letters were sent out, a large number of women would scream and faint on the ground.

However, this kind of work lasted less than two hours. The sudden roar of dragons from above the lord's mansion interrupted the hard work of the four people. After a slight shock, the flames that were suffering from reading the letter immediately jumped up and patted their chests and said indignation: "Boss, those dragons must be here to fight. I'll go out and kill them now--well, don't wait for me to have supper!"

"Don't even think about it, keep working for me!" He Taiping gave him a blank look, forcing the flames of escape to continue replying. At the same time, he snapped his fingers at Roger, took him out of the room slowly, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the sky. At this moment, about five or six giant dragons were hovering over the lord's mansion, and their sudden visit also caused quite a lot of riots, and some even began to take out casual crossbows and fired into the sky.

"It's just a few dragons. Is it as for such a fuss?" He Taiping yawned lazily, turned to Roger and ordered, "Fatty, go and bring Xiaohua here. In addition, he ordered the kitchen to make some delicious dishes, and the portion must be sufficient, and then a batch of film and television dramas will come over."

Just a little stunned, Roger immediately understood He Taiping's intention. He disappeared into the corridor with a strange smile at a sensitive speed that was not in line with his body. At the same time, He Taiping had also quickly stepped forward a few steps, stood in the open area in the courtyard, and shouted loudly into the air: "Elder Aijet, is there anything I can help?"

After hearing his response, several giant dragons slowly fell down together and turned into human form during the fall. They didn't care about the horrifying gazes around them at all. Elder Aiget, who led the group of dragons, signaled to He Taiping slightly and said lightly: "Mr. He, we are here this time because we hope to use the Ji Beast, and I hope you won't refuse."

"Of course, there is no problem at all. You can stay here for as long as you want." He Taiping smiled slightly and reached out to make an invitation. "So, can we go to the hall for the time being? I have already told the servants to bring Xiaohua over, and please accept my hospitality, I believe it will satisfy you."

"I'm really sorry to disturb you." Aijet nodded slightly and followed He Taiping to the hall. During this process, he hesitated for a moment and hesitated, "Mr. He, there is something I'm afraid I'll tell you-in fact, although our dragon clan is neutral overall, the Silver Dragon is closer to the Holy See."

"Well, what you mean..." He Taiping was slightly stunned and couldn't help but slow down. Aijet sighed and whispered: "When we came to this world, we had been helped by the God of Light, and the Silver Dragon clan was also inspired by the God of Light. So although the crisis was resolved this time, the few silver dragons led by Silver Shadow and Frankfurt were still inclined to the Holy See."

"It doesn't matter, Yinying has been targeting me anyway." He Taiping shrugged and did not take this matter too seriously. However, after a moment of pause, he couldn't help asking: "Elder, I actually have a question that has been hidden for a long time. To be honest, have you really seen the God of Light? Or ask boldly, does the God of Light really exist?"

His question is not groundless, but the doubts that many people have in their hearts. Yes, the Holy See does have that kind of divine power of light and can also show some miracles, but the biggest problem is that no one has ever seen the God of Light come to this world. For example, since Paradise City has been regarded as the evil of evil by the Holy See, why not pray and let the God of Light come directly and solve the problem by simply killing it.

"In fact, I have never seen the God of Light." After a moment of hesitation, Elder Aiget honestly confessed, "However, I can tell you with great confidence that the God of Light does exist. Because, in the classics of our dragon clan, it is recorded that when the dragon clan first came to this world, he really received the help of the God of Light, and at that time, he appeared very frequently."

"That's it? Then why now..." He Taiping slowly stroked his chin, showing a thoughtful expression. However, no matter how he thought about this problem, it would be difficult to solve in a short time. So after a moment, he simply put aside the mystery and focused on entertaining the giant dragons who came to visit.

Ten minutes later, Xiaohua, who was rescued by Roger from He Baby, began to squat in the middle of the hall with messy hair, singing the repetitive and monotonous song of chirping. Although He Taiping thought that this sound was boring enough to make people fall asleep, the dragons and Constance who came to visit all showed an intoxicated expression, with a bit of "a cigarette after a meal, happy like a god."

It was not until Xiaohua finished singing the whole song that several giant dragons relaxed gently and woke up from the intoxication while stroking their chests. Aijiet looked at Xiaohua with regret, obviously suffering from the two years of waiting. However, he quickly returned to normal, expressed his gratitude to He Taiping, and planned to say goodbye and leave.

"Wait a moment, since you are here, why bother to leave in a hurry." He Taiping waved his hand gently to stop the dragon from leaving, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's not easy for you to come here, so it's better to stay for lunch together - and, I think there should be other things besides Xiaohua, for you to entertain you."

He was so generous that Aijiet and the others could not refuse it at once, but in the eyes of these dragons, human things were actually very ordinary and had no special attraction. But they soon discovered that they were wrong, and they were so outrageously wrong. In fact, when more than a hundred dishes were placed on the extra-large dining table, the dragons' eyes almost burst out...

"Come on, come on, come on, please don't be polite. These are just home-cooked side dishes." He Taiping gently held the knife and fork and greeted the guests with a smile. Aijet tried hard to maintain a calm expression, but his heart was extremely shocked. The dragon clan has not not received a banquet from humans, but even the meal I enjoyed at the Adeland Palace five years ago was probably not as rich as the lunch in front of him...

After eating the first dish, Aiget realized that he was very wrong. How could the dinner in Adeland be compared with the delicacies in front of him? It was an insult. A few minutes later, these dragons could no longer maintain their image. They were not eating dishes at all, but pouring the plate into their mouths. He Taiping lit a cigar and watched the scene beside him, and couldn't help but sigh "Cow Chews Peony".

And in his secret complaint, the plate on the table was quickly emptied. It was not until the last dish disappeared into his mouth that Aijet let out a satisfied moan and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "Mr. He, it's rude! To be honest, I have never tasted this kind of delicacy in the past few hundred years."
Chapter completed!