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Books by Mo Weiyuan
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The Army Cook of the Resistance War: Banquet-Worthy Cooking 抗战炊事兵，国宴手艺
Jiang Xu transmigrates into the body of a cook in the War of Resistance, only to wake up and be dismissed by an elite regiment as dead weight. But with a faint smile, he unleashes the banquet-cooking skills he brought from the era of secret agents as his secret weapon. He tosses food in an iron wok while secretly slipping into the enemy’s ammunition depot, using shrapnel as seasoning and explosives as condiments. The cook despised by the whole army can fry, sauté, and stir-fry under a hail of ar
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The Netherworld Wanderer’s Wheel of Rebirth 幽冥客葬轮纪
On a stormy night, a light shines deep in the mountains. Only after opening the door do you realize it isn’t an inn. It’s a place where people are assigned their order. The landlady hands over a wooden token, its blood-soaked number faintly sticky. “One” is the beginning, “Seven” the end, with six funerals between them. Su Wan opens her palm. The number “Five” lies quietly there. Her older brother’s token says “Seven,” while a stroke of the number “One” peeks out from between her best frien
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I Deliver Martial Arts Through Takeout 我靠外卖送武功
In my senior year of high school, I awakened the [Martial Arts True Intent System]. The System requires me to work as a food delivery rider, and every order I deliver lets me comprehend an ultimate martial art. The most ridiculous part is that I deliver specially prepared energy meals to martial arts powerhouses, then have to critique their fighting styles to their faces. Some break through after eating, while others reach enlightenment after hearing my advice. I become the most elite delivery r
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The Password Is Hidden in the Spring Rolls 暗号藏在春卷里
In the first month of 1945, the chief of the Japanese Special Higher Police personally leads his men to seal off Spring Roll Street. Zhou Heng is lowering spring roll wrappers into the wok when the head collaborator kicks over his stall and presses a gun to the back of his head. “Boss Zhou, the Japanese suspect you're hiding a radio operator here. If we don't find him today, you're all dead.” Oil splashes onto Zhou Heng's wrist. He brushes off the flour and smiles. “No need to rush, sir. I've be
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