Ron opened a small restaurant in the world of Cthulhu, but he had a problem - he dared to eat anything. When others see the tentacles screaming, he studies how to bake them; when others see the eyeball monster escaping, he considers making it into sashimi; when others see the slime creature vomiting, he considers making soup. The "Cthulhu cuisine" he cooked was unexpectedly delicious - the grilled tentacles with garlic sauce became a signature dish, the deep diver fish soup was so fresh that it fell off the eyebrows, and the Eye of the Old God pudding was smooth and smooth. Soon his restaurant became a gathering place for all kinds of nameless creatures. Evil gods lined up to wait for a table and were even willing to coexist peacefully just to have a bite of his food. The investigator sneaked in and wanted to collect intelligence, but was overwhelmed by a plate of stargazing pie: "This, this is so delicious..." Ron was so busy in the kitchen that he was sweating: "Don't rush, don't rush, it will be ready soon!"
