I'm Just a Chef, Don't Ask Me to Fry Everything

I'm a chef. You can make coriander into egg tarts that everyone loves, you can sell the root of the folded ear into an Internet celebrity, and you can use the Ganges water to make the national popsicles that the third brother is crazy about. As long as you give me a recipe, I can make it... No matter how outrageous the ingredients are, I have cooking skills! ! But don't hold a rocket drawing and tell me this is a recipe. "Who does Rocket feed?" "Don't worry, there will definitely be diners who will eat it." I pinched my brows and said to the Dragon Kingdom military: "Okay, I'll cook a pot of rocket for you." Well, I can make an army in one go. … Just use the stove fire to fry arms. One extraordinary afternoon, a mysterious alien came to me and said, "This is the design of our spaceship. Please help me with the cooking." ? Well, I can send the wandering alien home as soon as I open the pot. … Suddenly one day. Here comes the even more outrageous one. "What do you mean this is the Foundation Building Pill in the Huangdi Neijing? Does the Huangdi Neijing really teach this?!" Well, I can create thousands of monks once I open the pot. … Endless years later, I was handing out the elixir of immortality that I had fried, and a guy with a chaos ax found me. "What do you mean, the universe is broken and you want me to help you stir things up again so that you can create a new world?" Okay, as soon as I open the pot... Do I really want to start the pot?