My Cooking Is Beyond Comprehension

Sui Xing, a food lover, opened a private restaurant. But for some reason, his diners often wore expressions mingling terror, pain, and awe. They even bestowed titles on him like “Master of Flames,” “Manipulator of Pain and Pleasure,” and “Flesh-Dismantling Expert.” “Shattered organs, congealed blood, writhing tentacles, lifeless eyeballs, twisted plants, shriveled limbs, and mangled brains. They bob in scalding scarlet broth, while souls lose their way in swirling mist.” “No, it’s just hot pot!” “The limbs of the Evil God’s followers, chopped and pierced, flipped and pressed against searing hot metal as they let out desperate hissing shrieks, then sprinkled with the scarlet source of agony and mind-stealing powder that seizes your reason.” “No, it’s just teppanyaki squid!” “Roots dug out of the abyss’s black mud, cruelly sliced, smeared with rotting flesh, coated in viscous white fluid, then rolled in boiling grease until they fuse into a golden-brown whole.” “No, it’s just lotus root sandwiches!” A hearty, down-to-earth food novel (serious face), perfect for reading late at night.