Horror Game: My Spatula Was Fried and It Was Crunchy

Lin Feng bound to the God of Cooking system and traveled to a world of global horror games. Everyone will be randomly selected to enter the game. If you win, you will live, if you lose, you will die. When he was pulled into the horror game, Lin Feng was wearing flip-flops and holding a spatula in his hand. He looked at the prompts for the golden primary ingredients above his head and broke out into a sinister smile. Paper figures carrying sedan chairs, vase girls, human skin dolls, angels of blood and tears... While others were still struggling to survive, he had already become famous in the ghost world with pots and pans on his back, and finally became a man at the top of the food chain! Even the god of horror games shed tears of regret: "I shouldn't have brought the beast in in the first place. I'm not a human, but he is real! Oh--this cumin birdman tastes so sour. Have another one, Boss Lin!" Lin Feng: Well, as long as you like to cook for me, we can be ghost friends. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.