Eat, Why Don't You Eat?

Si Yuan has a hobby that is difficult to express. ​He likes to cook. I also especially like to have an idea when I'm cooking. Each finished product is naturally unpalatable in its own way. But the "cannot waste food" engraved in his bones prevented him from exercising his own preferences at will. So he raised a little local dog that was said to be easy to feed and not picky about food, and named it "Ai Eat". Finally, after the dog wouldn't eat the food he cooked and even after washing and seasoning, he began to seriously think about whether there was any creature in the world that could serve as a trash can for him to keep. Then he picked up a Taotie at the door. Half of the God of Cookery could still be seen in the Taotie's mouth. Good news, there is a ferocious beast that eats his food. Bad news, there is a god who wants to teach him how to make delicious meals. ​Irrelevant news, this world has mutated, humans have mutated, and gods and monsters have escaped. Not only that, but monsters from other worlds have come to make guest appearances. No matter how you look at it, it is the rhythm of the end of the world. After difficult negotiations, Si Yuan and the God of Cookery reached a consensus. Si Yuan: I cook delicious meals on the 1st, 3rd and 5th, and unpalatable meals on the 24th and 6th. On Sundays, I go to other worlds to collect ingredients. Si Yuan: Friends, making exquisite food is just work, while making dark cuisine is life. God of Cookery: Let's go, the monster wave is coming again. He held up the Lava Charcoal Banana and Red Date Lobster in his left hand, and the Pearl Strawberry Preserved Egg BBQ Pork Bun in his right hand. He approached the monster with a sinister smile: Eat it! Why don't you eat it? The food drew a parabola in the air and accurately fell into the roaring monster's mouth, and then it died. The God of Cookery is pleased: As your divine power increases, the delicacies you cook are already qualified as a magical elixir, and the other one is also qualified as a curse. Si Yuan: ... Don't insult it, it's just rice. Taotie: That's my food. Purpose: Cherish food.