My Cooking Is Indescribable

Sui Xing, who loves food, opened a private restaurant. But for some unknown reason, the dining guests often showed emotions mixed with fear, pain, and awe, and even gave him titles such as "Lord of Fire," "Manipulator of Pain and Pleasure," and "Master of Flesh Decomposition." "Broken internal organs, solidified blood, entangled tentacles, lifeless eyes, twisted plants, shriveled limbs, and incomplete brains. Up and down in the bright red and hot, and lost in the mist." "No, it's just hot pot!" "The limbs of the Evil God's Familiar are cut off, pierced, flipped and squeezed on the hot metal, making desperate screams, and finally sprinkled with bright red sources of pain and grasping the ecstasy powder of reason." "No, it's just squid!" "The roots were excavated from the black mud of the abyss, brutally sliced, coated with rotting flesh and blood, covered in sticky white fluid, rolled in the boiling grease, and condensed into a browned whole." "No, this is just a lotus root box!" A strong and simple food novel (with a serious face), suitable for reading late at night.