In the prison of gods.

A group of winter gods were sitting in every corner and on the dining table with their heads downcast.

Being defeated by humans is a great shame for the gods.

And being captured alive by humans... is the greatest shame!

And in this depressing atmosphere, only one person was smiling.

"Oh, everyone is here."

"It's so lively."

"Come on, come on, sit down."

A middle-aged man in a suit walked out of the kitchen with eager eyes, greeted each winter god, and shook hands.

He seemed very happy to have so many gods accompanying him.

Hannibal was ecstatic.

The God of Winter was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this prison was unusual.

This prison is more like a gorgeous restaurant than a prison.

There is even a separate kitchen, which can be seen through the half-open door. Cold knives are neatly placed in the kitchen, and there is even a phonograph playing music in the corner.

The gentle middle-aged man said hello and put on his apron.

"Are you..." Chione frowned and looked at the man, "The chef that humans prepare for us?"

Do humans treat prisoners so well?

"No, no, no, I'm a prisoner too." The man shook his head.

The eyes of Chione and all the winter gods changed. They looked at this elegant middle-aged man and frowned slightly: "Are you...a god?"

"No, I am a god." The man chuckled.

Chione frowned: "Human gods... you should be among their group, why are you locked up here?"

The middle-aged man in a suit smiled and said, "Because I like cooking."

"Huh?" Chione's eyes were stunned.

The other gods of winter also frowned.

Cook?

Is cooking being locked up here? What's the situation?

But no matter what, now they and this god-like being are both prisoners!

"You must know this place, why don't we unite and find a way to escape together." Chione suddenly said.

However.

The middle-aged man in a suit shook his head: "Those who can't escape are made of forbidden magic stones."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of many winter gods suddenly changed!

"Forbidden Demon Stone?"

"Humans use forbidden magic stones to build prisons?"

"This is coming to us! Damn it, this is a prison built by humans for gods!"

"They planned to capture us alive from the beginning... No wonder they didn't kill us before!"

Chione also had despairing eyes, she knew what the Forbidden Demon Stone meant!

"And even if I can escape, I won't go out." The middle-aged man in a suit said with a smile: "I suddenly realized... he was right."

"My favorite thing is probably the gods."

"I should have thought... I should stay with the gods."

He looked at these gods with fiery eyes!

Gods are the most advanced ingredients!

What that Shura said was indeed right, that glorious body, that nobility above all else!

This is the ingredient that can elevate you to the top of the food chain!

Chione frowned slightly, looking at the god who said he liked gods, and wondered: "What do you mean?"

"It's okay, I mean, since we are all locked up here, I should cook a meal for you." The deep eyes of the middle-aged man in the suit looked at each winter god. When he saw Chionena transformed into

When he was sculpting the body in ice, his eyes were a little disappointed, as if he saw a chef whose top-quality ingredients were being wasted.

His eyes shifted to these winter gods, and he walked forward and shook hands with each of them.

"Hello, hello! Well, your palms are very strong."

"Well, your meat is nice and soft...hehe, I mean your hands are very soft."

"I like your fingers very much."

Hannibal smiled to himself and commented on the quality of the meat from a professional perspective. His eyes kept scanning the gods, and suitable recipes appeared in his mind.

The gods of winter were confused by this inexplicable enthusiasm. For some reason, this man was not only not afraid of these gods, but the enthusiasm in his eyes seemed to want to eat them.

Moreover, he was saying some weird words, and his nose was twitching as if he was smelling something...

"What are you smelling?" The God of Winter frowned.

Hannibal smiled: "Nothing, I like your smell very much."

Hannibal shook hands in a circle, and finally his eyes rested on a young winter god. This was the winter god he selected with the best meat.

It's a pity that the body of the Lord God of Winter turned into an ice sculpture.

Otherwise, that is the best ingredient... Hannibal felt a little regretful for a moment.

"Okay, you have come a long way, you must be hungry."

"Don't worry, I know how to cook. I will cook with all my heart." Hannibal turned around and opened the drawer, which was filled with dense recipes.

In the elegant music, Hannibal is like an artist, caressing the recipes with his fingers, recalling the texture of the meat he felt when shaking hands before, like a craftsman who strives for excellence and makes perfect use of materials.

"Well, the God of Winter...the meat temperature is slightly lower, rich in fat, and soft..."

"It's suitable for ice crystal sashimi and pan-fried food. Well, let's make an ice-cold bone soup to match the feeling of winter."

"It's decided, iced thigh sashimi with plum blossom jam, pan-fried winter short ribs with chilled Bordeaux red wine, carrot bone soup with ice cubes. Highlight the taste of winter."

He slowly picked out a few carefully written recipes from the drawer, took out a table knife, looked at the God of Winter, and said with a gentle smile: "Please come over and help me clean up the ingredients."

Chione frowned slightly.

Although this guy is a human being who has become a god.

But he was also imprisoned here.

And he also showed rare kindness.

You should try to join forces with it.

"He is a very good man." Chione said to the God of Winter, "Go ahead."

The God of Winter nodded and stepped forward: "Do you need to cut vegetables or..."

"Wash clean first." Hannibal said softly.

The God of Winter stretched out his hand to help wash the vegetables, but saw Hannibal holding his hand and smiling softly: "I mean, you go to the bathroom and take a shower first."

"Ah?" The God of Winter was stunned. He had never heard of taking a shower before cooking.

Hannibal explained: "Cleaning it thoroughly is the greatest respect for the ingredients."

"Okay." The God of Winter nodded without knowing why, and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

Looking at the clean God of Winter and the white and red meat, Hannibal nodded happily: "Okay, come to the kitchen and help me cook."

"Out of gratitude, I will create a special dish for you."

"You will be the star of the party."

"The name of this banquet is called 'Welcome the Winter'."

Amidst the elegant music, Hannibal closed the kitchen door, the sound of chopping vegetables was clear and sweet, and the gurgling soup pot floated towards him.

The fragrance wafts.

The gods of winter, who were still in humiliation, actually began to swallow their saliva. They had never smelled such a fragrant smell!

They can't wait!

"Isn't it done yet?" The God of Winter actually urged him.

It's so fragrant, not even the gourmet temple can make such a wonderful taste!

Although the key now is how to escape from prison, the previous battle was too difficult and everyone was severely exhausted.
To be continued...