This story goes wildly off topic and has a chaotic imagination, so think twice before reading or buying! Sorry about that.
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This story is expected to become a VIP novel on July 26, 2018. Three chapters will be updated that day, and the VIP version will start from Chapter 22. Please take note if you've already read it.
Thanks to everyone's support, I've crossed the VIP threshold for the first time. I'm so excited!
Blurb:
A cookbook called Fine Cuisine gained sentience.
Fine Cuisine finally managed to take human form, only to be sealed away in the modern era. By the time the seal was broken, it was the interstellar era. The moment it opened its eyes, it found itself sharing a room with a strong, muscular man.
The man was in seclusion, honing his culinary skills.
What drew Fine Cuisine's gaze most wasn't the man's abs, but a freshly steamed pot of black rice cakes.
Fine Cuisine: "Your black rice cakes have such a unique flavor. I can hardly tell they're made of black rice."
Mei Jiu: "How dare a mere servant criticize the steamed buns made by this young master?"
Fine Cuisine: "Buns? Forget the color. What is that triangle shape supposed to mean?"
Mei Jiu: "Hah! This is the trendiest style among high society. How could it compare to a poor man's bun? I, Mei Jiu, am..."
Fine Cuisine steamed a pot of buns on the spot.
Mei Jiu: "Delicious!"
It turned out human food culture had long since been lost, and in the interstellar era, it had been reduced to third-rate cuisine.
Fine Cuisine: "I just want to eat, drink, and wait to die."
Mei Jiu: "The greater your ability, the more money you make."
From then on, Fine Cuisine took on the responsibility of reviving traditional human cuisine.
You say fine food can improve mental power?
It can improve acting skills, too?
Inspire artistic creativity?
Make people better at piloting mechs?
Fine Cuisine realized for the first time that traditional cuisine had its limits. It would have to learn interstellar cuisine, too.
Later on...
One dish awakened the ambassador of peace.
One dish helped a fallen movie emperor return to the top.
One dish lifted a celebrated screenwriter back onto their feet.
One dish saved a genius mech pilot.
The insectoid race invaded in force, but Fine Cuisine drove back a million soldiers with a single dish.
The Star Alliance split apart internally, but Fine Cuisine stabilized all eight factions with a single dish.
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Theme:
Why does it feel like the heroine has nothing else to do but teach others about superpowers? Doesn't the introduction say that she cooks? So far I seem to have only made egg fried rice.
Finally finished In fact, I didn't understand the last few chapters at all! But it's still a good story, right? Ww Thank you, the author, for your hard work Refill
Finished spreading flowers!!!
??? I didn't understand what the ancient god said_(:з∠)_
Okay(????)?
Hahahaha, because of the composition of their names, I have never connected these two husbands_(:з∠)_
Very well written! Although it still seems a bit immature, there is no problem with the overall framework of the story, and the character creation is also good. It is simple but also profound.
Wow, what a great author! The second half of the article already feels like watching a movie!
Mr. Quinn is such a great helper, will you regret it in the future |?ω?`)
Is it the Protoss who burned down Laboratory No. 2 Before...? Then he happened to be part of the "Invisible Man" organization, and their organization was related to the accident 10 years ago. Are they protecting the heroine now because of "immortality cooking"?