On the soft emerald grass, sunlight was shattered into fragments by the branches overhead, while a bonfire piled from deadwood blazed fiercely.
Beside the fire, various fruits, roots, stems, leaves, and other plants Luo Chuan had gathered were being roasted. A strange medley of scents filled the air; add a black pot bubbling with green foam on top, and the image would be even more fitting.
Luo Chuan felt like Shen Nong of another world, testing with fearless resolve which things in the ruins belonged in the category of edible.
That said, these things did smell rather nice, and they looked good too—the sort that made people want to eat them at first glance.
Could it be because of constant exposure?
After spending so long with Yao Ziyan, he had more or less been influenced by her cooking, which was why he could make such delicious food?
Luo Chuan felt that it was also inextricably linked to his talent in this area.
"Do not imitate this if you are not strong enough. Sea demons excluded," he said to the Magic Phone as he turned the food over.
'Eh—why?'
'You should ask yourselves that.'
'I know this is where I should make a snarky remark.'
'Sea demons...'
At the mention of this topic, the customers all had plenty they wanted to complain about, more or less, though it was clear that they were restraining themselves.
After all, they were not like Luo Chuan, who spoke without any scruples whatsoever.
"Looks about done." Luo Chuan sniffed and carefully smelled the food. "It should be edible now—though most of it did not need roasting. This was just to be safe; after all, high temperatures can destroy most protein-based toxins. Someone is definitely going to ask, 'What is protein?' right?"
A flood of approving