Chef's Knife

The woman was tied up by the villagers who broke into the house, and when she was escorted to the entrance of the village, everyone was furious.

"Man-eating monsters!"

"Burn this vixen!"

The man who was disposed of by Luo Sheng disappeared for a few days, and the villagers, who found nothing, finally charged the woman. Those "indiscreet" behaviors on weekdays became the best evidence.

For a long time, "immorality" has been regarded as a thorn in the flesh by all women in the village, and has become a monster that everyone shouts and beats in the villagers' mouths.

The woman's face was red and swollen from the slap, her delicate bun was broken, and her hair hung down in strands and was pulled back and forth by people.The beautiful green fir was ripped off and turned into rags on the ground.

The angry villagers sentenced the woman to death, tortured with the cruelest punishment in the area.They pulled out her nails, shaved her hair, stuffed dirt into her mouth, and branded her face with hot carbon iron.

They put the woman in a pig cage and pushed her down the river. The creatures in the river took pity on her and did not want the poor woman to be drowned; The coming rain extinguished the fire, and only half of the woman was scorched.

In the end, they stoned the "bad star" who was regarded as an unknown person to death.

Luo Sheng knelt on the ground and looked at his mother's corpse. He felt something called pain moving in his chest, but he couldn't describe it in words.If he was a human, his eyes should be bleeding clear fluid, but he didn't!He didn't have tears to relieve his pain, but he swung a knife and slashed at his arms and thighs. Self-mutilation was his only way to vent and express his pain.

He brandished the kitchen knife and looked at his soul that was about to go mad screaming and screaming with calm eyes. He didn't know that it was an emotion called grief. After all, he was not a 'person' in a broad sense. What is love?what is hateHe doesn't have normal emotions and desires, but he knows that he has lost a very important person.

Then...then, Luo Sheng stopped and threw away the knife, squatting on the ground and covering his head that was about to explode.

Then all go to hell!Then just disappear!

Die, die, die!Not one left!

Taotie heard the boy's voice, and it patted the boy's thin shoulder with its furry paws.

——Is this what you want?

Taotie gnawed off his left arm, and the flesh and blood of the young dragon brought it long-lost strength.

Well, let's let go and do a big job!

The angry and roaring beast showed its true form, and dense dark clouds covered the sky.

Taotie opened its bloody mouth and began to devour it crazily. The human beings sucked into the vortex continuously replenished their physical strength, and it continued to swell and become a hundred feet high.Disasters enveloped the villages, mountains collapsed and trees rose from the ground, and rivers flowed backwards into the fields.People wailed, people screamed, but nothing helped.

The entire village, women and children, old and young, were not spared.

Hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals descended to suppress the beasts. The bloody battle lasted for three days and three nights, and finally ended with Taotie being beaten to death.

Only the lonely Luo Sheng was left, living in a world of one person from then on.

He picked out his mother's bones, put them in a basket and carried them on his back.

"Your father is a great hero in the world, one day he will come to pick us up to Chang'an—"

Those are the words my mother never forgets.

This woman waited for more than ten years, until she died, but she didn't forget the man whose name she didn't even know.

Carrying his mother's bones on his back and inheriting his unfulfilled wishes, he staggered, stumbled, and walked in a certain direction.

Luo Sheng has been walking on this road alone for nearly 60 years relying on a pair of feet. He has seen all the scenery along the way and traveled thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but he still looks like a teenager.

When he brought the pot of soup made from his mother's bone to that person, what he saw was an old and tormented face, so he brought this question that was too late.

He never called that person "Father" from the beginning to the end, maybe the mother in the underworld would forgive that unforgivable person, but Luo Sheng could only be indifferent when facing this man with the same blood as himself.

Later, the plaque of the No. [-] Building in the World was hung high in front of Baiwei Building, and the sound of firecrackers resounded throughout Chang'an.

"I swear! One day I will become the best cook in the world. At that time, I will go to the most prosperous place in the world and open a restaurant. You can eat whatever you want—how about it?"

Well, my promise was fulfilled.

but……

The young God of Cooking lowered his head sadly, but Tao Tie and his mother were gone.

He was so alone, alone, living in a world of one person for more than a hundred years.

Spring goes and autumn comes, flowers bloom and fall.

Year after year, God of Cooking, with those eyes that are no longer young, sits and watches the surging winds and clouds, generations of talented people silently waiting for the day when they will no longer be alone by their side.