Purple Night Melody

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to?
Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile.
The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite.
"To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at."
The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera.
"As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides."
The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena.
"You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core."
Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield...
Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him.
"And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation."
"..."
Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

The Greece Antagonist

Half an hour later, Luo En, busy in the kitchen, brought out a tray and placed several steaming bowls in front of the long-waited diners.


As soon as they were served, the golden yellow thick soup made from big bones spread a rich aroma; several juicy pieces of sauce-marinated beef on top made it hard to resist the surge in appetite; thin radish slices and a few pieces of tender green leafy vegetables floated up and down, serving to cut through the richness; chopped parsley instead of chopped green onions was sprinkled on top to further release the fragrance; and the crystal-clear noodles swirled in the bowl like ribbons, soaking up the thick beefy broth...


The all-around stimulation of color and aroma made the waiting diners full of anticipation, eager to fork out a mouthful of noodles. The chewiness of the noodles intertwined with the savory soup in their mouths, making it almost impossible to stop.


Chapter 54: The Inescapable True Fragrance