You've arrived in the interstellar era. What do you most want to do?
Fly a spaceship? Wear a mech? Gather underlings? Conquer the sea of stars?
Jian Yan, heir to a line of imperial chefs, hefts the specially made giant ladle in his hand and gives a cold laugh.
Faced with the maddeningly troublesome, wildly prolific Zerg, and all kinds of flora and fauna that spring up again with the wind and can't be cut down or untangled, Jian Yan crushes a bottle of nutrient solution underfoot. “Tell me, what level of protected species do you want me to cook them into?”
The people of the Empire shake their heads again and again. “No, no, no! That's disgusting. We'd never eat that, even if you killed us!”
Later, the people of the Empire cry out, mouths watering, “It's so good!”
What a painful face-slapping moment!
Lu Jinxiu watches the spectacular face-slapping unfold. “...”
Excellent. No one can outshine his wife!
