Wouldn’t it be better if you said that I am the incarnation of a god? Why do you still say that I am the messenger of hell? Does hell have any of my business? Master of Ceremonies: Sorry, I just want to add a sense of mystery. God of Cookery: What do you think? When will it be my turn to think? The sense of mystery, my God, your mother, is it not mysterious enough when the screen goes black and snaps? I'm not afraid of horror movies, brother. Master of Ceremonies: Director. God of Cookery: It's because of this useless director and you, a useless emcee. Are you two sincerely trying to punish me? Master of Ceremonies: Sorry, I'll go right now, God of Cookery. "Trash, you are such a trash. You are not allowed to leave, trash. You have to get out of here." The God of Cookery smiled and walked to the chefs and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Master Zhou. I remember you more." A piece of fish, haha. When the God of Cookery walked up to Master Yang, Master Yang: Thank you very much for the big red envelope you just gave me. God of Cookery: Did you know I would give you a red envelope? You know I will give you money, right? Then why are you still barking like a pig-killer? Master Yang: I've already screamed loudly. God of Cookery: Shouting loudly doesn't mean it's good, Master Yang, especially your statement that it's "too delicious" seems so blunt and fake? Anyone who sees it will know that you are acting. Master Yang: Because I had crystal glue and hydrogen peroxide in my mouth at that time. God of Cookery: Yes, did I tell you beforehand? Master Yang: But it is really unbearable. God of Cookery: That’s right I told you to endure it because it’s unbearable. How dare you talk back? If I had followed my character more than ten years ago and dragged you to Statue Square to whip you to death, you idiot, now you go over there with a cigarette butt in your mouth and shout that it’s delicious until I’m satisfied. The above content is entirely based on the memory in my mind and there is no plagiarism.