I Used a Spatula to Fry Through All the Worlds

There were only 23 viewers left in Shen Zhinian's live broadcast room, and he earned 80 cents from gifts - enough to buy a pack of pickled mustard. He thought this would be it for the rest of his life. Until he received a courier from his late father, a black iron spatula with the word "" engraved on it. I cooked a plate of fried rice with eggs as per my last words, but the oil smoke did not go into the exhaust fan and condensed into a purple-gold vortex. At the other end of the whirlpool, someone was waiting for him with an empty bowl - a "Memory Eater Demon" who had lived for three thousand years and lived by devouring other people's memories. He had been hungry for three thousand years. He took a bite of Shen Zhinian's egg fried rice. The grain of rice rested on his tongue for five breaths. Then he raised his head, his eyes were dry, his voice was hoarse, and he said one word: "Sweet." Later, Shen Zhinian learned that the spatula in his hand could split time and space, and the vegetables he stir-fried could restore swallowed memories. The most precious thing in the world is not spiritual stones or magic weapons, but memory. The strong live by eating other people's past, and he is the only one who can recreate the "taste of being eaten". At the end of the banquet, the universe's first food judge serves the "perfect taste". Shen Zhinian only served a plate of egg fried rice - overnight rice, free-range eggs, chopped green onions, plus a grain of rice that was intentionally burnt. The judge took a taste. Ten minutes of silence. He only said one sentence: "I want another bite." The last page of the scroll is his father's handwriting: "Zhinian, go home for dinner." Fried rice with fried eggs, Wanjie knelt down to eat.