Shen Yu traveled through time and entered an indescribable and terrifying apocalypse.
Dark purple evil eyes hung in the sky, and the ruins were crawling with tentacle monsters full of eyeballs.
Everyone is struggling desperately, gnawing on moldy compressed biscuits and avoiding the madness that cannot be seen directly.
And I, former three-star Michelin chef Shen Yu,
Looking at the top-quality ingredients running around the world, I was so moved that my mouth watered.
How is this the end of the world? This is clearly my private luxury food library!
While the survivors huddled in the corner and shivered, I set up a pot in the abandoned kitchen.
"The tentacles of the beholder worms are boiled to remove the fishy smell, and the broth is so fresh that they will make your eyebrows fall off!"
"Shadow Dog Tenderloin, medium rare, juicy, smooth and chewy!"
"Chaos core of corrupted aggregate? Good stuff! Grilled over charcoal until medium-rare, sprinkled with soul spices... Well, this tastes amazing!"
Later, mankind's largest refuge fell, and the projection of the ultimate evil god descended, leaving everything silent and all sentient beings going crazy.
Shen Yu wore an apron and walked out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife.
Looking at the indescribable thing covering the sky, he wiped the corners of his mouth.
He turned around and asked the old family members, abyss monsters, and even mechanical life forms behind him who had been fattened by him:
"Today, shall we eat sashimi or teriyaki?"
