I'm Giving Away Braised Chicken and Rice in the Unlimited Streaming Copy

At 1:47 a. M., I was riding an electric bike, carrying braised chicken and rice, and stood at the door of the funeral home. A new order pops up on the phone: delivery to "701, Building 7, which does not exist", with a note: "Less spicy, more green onions, don't let the dead see it." My first reaction was not fear, but an occupational disease attack: Who ordered this order? The funeral parlor also serves braised chicken? The second reaction is - 701? I pass by this building every day, but I haven't seen it before. Then a bad review dragged me into the death copy. The rules say no turning back, no cooking in the morgue, no eating. But I found that as long as you cook a home-cooked dish for NPCs that they most want to eat, the rules will crack. The price is: every time I finish cooking a dish, I will randomly inherit one of the emotions of the person who ordered it - for example, after cooking my enemy's sweet and sour pork ribs, I feel like crying for ten minutes for no reason. The most difficult thing in the dungeon is not the boss, but the cold-blooded man who always notes "less spicy, more onions, chicken and boneless" every time he orders takeout. His combat power is at full level and his mouth is more venomous than mine. I can "just" hit him every time in the dungeon. Later I learned that all the dishes the NPC wanted to eat in the dungeon were all fragments of his memory. And that childhood sweetheart who worked the night shift in the emergency room and was waiting for me to come home didn't know that when I went to him to bandage my injury in the early morning, the injury was caused by another man.