Not even the joy of the beasts' anger.

What is this? Swill?

Cai Gen, is this how you fool me?

Why don't you make your own wine?

Haven’t you got the recipe for the God of Bitterness yet?”

Dragon heart?

Phoenix gallbladder?

Not to mention whether there is a recipe, but even if there is, there are no ingredients, right?

Um?

Recipe for the God of Bitterness?

Is there such a thing?

Cai Gen remained calm and followed the words.

"Of course it is, but it's not complete.

By the way, what do you remember about Du Ming?

Just tell me to make a supplement."

With that said, Cai Gen naturally took out his mobile phone and pressed the record button.

Du Ming laughed so hard when he saw Cai Gen pretending to be so natural.

"Okay, okay, your ability to pretend is getting better and better.

It's not all for you, so stop talking nonsense with me.

How do you let others know about the master chef's recipe?

That is his private little secret, comparable to the diary of the god of suffering."

Damn it, that old bastard actually has a diary?

When the God of Misery was roaming the world, was it still popular to write a diary?

Cai Gen didn't feel any embarrassment about being exposed, he just gave it a try in case he could get through it.

"Ah, does the god of suffering still have a diary?

Then what does he remember?"

Du Ming watched Cai Gen keep talking to him, enjoying the process.

"Of course it's to record some secrets.

There are also some accounts.

On such a certain day in such and such a year, someone glared at him.

Who scolded him on such a certain day in such a certain year and month.

I didn't read everything.

But every time he records something, he is very vicious, so he definitely doesn't remember anything good.

Cai Gen, don’t you also have the bad habit of remembering these small grudges?

Did you write me down?"

This is the transition between offense and defense between clichés.

Cai Gen felt calm and nodded vigorously.
Chapter completed!