Shennong brought the pepper noodles, but didn't know what to do next. The Lord Lord shouted to him from afar: "Hey! Come here!"

After Shennong came over, the lord said to him with a normal volume: "You are now organizing people to cook porridge for the 200 leaders, and you should put extra spicy things in it."

Shen Nong was confused and asked, "Lord, since he wanted to make food for the people, why do he have to be spicy?"

Chen Zhen lowered his voice and said, "Speak softly, don't let the assassin hear it..."

"I tell you, I know your chili peppers, the old chicken is spicy! Those who can eat this kind of porridge without changing their noodles are ours. If they can't eat this kind of porridge, they must be an assassin!"

Chen Zhen asked Shennong to whisper, but his voice became louder and louder, which made many people hear it.

Haska held his forehead with his hands, feeling deafening and sad. The leaders were talking and wondering: Why did the Lord Lord tell me... Can it work now?

Chen Zhen ignored it and personally supervised the farmers in Shennong's team to cook porridge, three large iron pots, and three pots of porridge.

Spicy things were put in it. After it was cooked, Shen Nong came to Chen Zhen to report: "Lord, the porridge is ready."

The Lord raised his eyebrows and said to Shennong: "You go and have a taste."

The god was so sad that his eyes were red when he cooked porridge. Now, the Lord wanted him to be the first person to eat spicy porridge. The Lord treated him as his own person too much...

But this is the order of Lord Lord, and Shennong can only follow it.

He scooped a spoonful of porridge with a wooden spoon and sent it to his mouth and blew it. The smell was so choking!

But Shen Nong still pinched his nose and took a big sip. Although it was very spicy, it felt OK. He pinched his nose and drank the whole spoon.

Seeing that the 200 leaders swallowed their saliva, this guy made the spirit strong and spicy... his face was flushed! He stuck out his tongue and said to Chen Zhen with panting, "Lord, I'm fine! I can have two more spoons!"

Chen Zhen pinched his chin and said to Shennong: "It seems that it is not spicy enough. Shennong, how much chili noodles do you have left?"

"Then, there are three bags left, Lord Lord..." Shen Nong replied hesitantly.

Chen Zhen ordered Shennong: "Add another bag in one pot! How can I spend the summer if I don't have spicy food?"

This guy scared Shen Dan: "Lord, you, you give them porridge, and it's so spicy, can they still eat it?! Isn't your plan a big deal?!"

Chen Zhen waved his hand impatiently and said, "Just let it go."

"I don't have enough spicy food, so my plan will be useless. Do you know?!"

Shen Nong thought to himself: Lord Lord is too cruel. He clearly wants to kill the 200 leaders... He gritted his teeth, glared at him, and stomped his feet, and decided to do as he did. Anyway, he was not for him to drink.

Three bags of chili noodles, one pot and one bag, were all added to the porridge. The porridge smelled spicy, and the people who were far away thought it was quite pleasant.

But those people who were close to each other had already been so hot that their faces were full of sweat.
Chapter completed!