Do We Really Have to Break Up?!

"Ah? Where are the plates?" The female fan who had been suddenly called over felt her mind go blank. She had been seriously chopping vegetables the whole time and wasn't familiar with where the plates were.

"The round white thing in front of me." Yinzi was frantic. The pot of rice over there seemed to have reached its maximum warning level.

By the time the female fan picked up the plate, the pot of rice had already caught fire.

Flames rapidly rose and kept spreading, while sharp, urgent alarms rang throughout the kitchen.

The burning flames continued expanding in every direction, looking as though they were about to set the entire place ablaze.

"I'll put it out, I'll put it out!" The female fan quickly put down the plate in her hands. She had noticed the fire extinguisher in the corner of the kitchen long ago.

"Put the pot down! Go chop and prep vegetables over there!" The livestream chat was filled with the female fan's screams.

The order timer was running out. They could have served part of the dishes first, but Silver was still holding a pot of rice and standing beside her, watching her put out the fire.

White mist sprayed from the extinguisher in her hands, and the spreading flames gradually died down.

Once the fire was out, the nearest kitchen order had already expired, while the timers for the other orders were nearly finished as well.

"Let's finish the remaining orders first." After saying that, the female fan hurried back to chopping vegetables, then plated the food and served it to the customers.

Yinzi looked at the rice that had turned into black charcoal and scratched his head awkwardly. This time really had been his mistake. He hadn't planned his time properly.

In just those few seconds, he had already reflected on the mistakes from the previous round.

While waiting for the rice to cook, he could have taken out the plates and set them on the empty counter space. That way, once the rice was ready, he could immediately put it onto the prepared plates.

"I told you, you cook the rice and I'll chop the vegetables." Even amid the cooking, her slightly resentful voice could still be heard.

The viewers watching the stream were laughing themselves silly.

'Setting the whole camp on fire!'

'They're already operating at a loss. I'm dying, how do you go bankrupt running a kitchen?'

'Silver doesn't look very smart.'

'I'm cracking up. Why are they arguing?'

'For that one moment, I genuinely wanted to kill the boss. The fire was already blazing, and he was still standing there holding a pot.'

'Brothers, I have a bad feeling about this...'

'This game is so detailed. The fire extinguisher is placed as far away from the fire source as possible.'

'I seriously didn't recognize that red lump as a fire extinguisher. I looked for it forever. Good thing the female fan recognized it.'

'My blood pressure was through the roof. That fire was way too hard to put out.'

Although an accident had occurred during this stage, they still barely managed to complete it.

"The last round was just a mistake. It definitely won't happen again." Silver raised a hand and began making promises.

The moment he said that, he froze. This scene... why did it feel so familiar?

I definitely won't mess up if I play it another hundred million times.

The next round will definitely work.

I've already mastered this game.

His buried memories began attacking him again.

Yinzi violently shook his head. He remembered that period when he had been tortured until he was barely conscious.

The same familiar feeling, the same familiar mental torment...

But—this was supposed to be a couples' game, wasn't it?

No, that couldn't be right, could it? Yinzi swallowed hard as he stared blankly at the game screen, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

By then, the two of them had driven their food truck to the next stage.

At this point, they considered themselves somewhat familiar with the game. Yet even so, the moment they saw the next map, their vision went dark.

Some later-stage maps moved. Some separated the two players. In some maps, certain areas were periodically blocked off by barriers.

Every section of the map had its own designated task. Not a bit of space was wasted.

Sometimes, when they saw an especially simple-looking map, they did not even have time to celebrate before they started arguing furiously again while chopping vegetables and plating dishes.

There were plenty of reasons. The chopping station and plates were too far apart, ingredient crates were scattered everywhere, and serving dishes happened in another area entirely.

Most importantly, in the later stages, players had to wash dishes!

The first time they ran out of plates, everyone was dumbfounded. The moment they saw a stack of filthy dishes beside the counter, both people in the kitchen felt their heads buzzing.

Who was going to wash them? They had only just managed to divide up their tasks.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Silver took a deep breath and quickly picked up the plates beside the counter.

But when he saw where the sink was, he was struck dumb. The sink was way too far from the dirty dishes!

'What the hell, and you have to wash the plates one by one!'

'A hundred arguments in one short hour!'

'The female fan has stopped talking. This game is terrifying!'

'The female fan silently puts out fires and washes dishes.'

'Grounds for divorce: He won't wash dishes. Judge: Appeal denied!'

'Couples' game—hiss! Do we really have to break up?!'

The game ended with the female fan rage-quitting. As Yinzi stared at the game screen, it wasn't just the female fan who was angry. He was angry too!

The core gameplay was simple: the things you did in a kitchen.

Gather ingredients, chop, pan-fry, stir-fry, cook, deep-fry, serve dishes, wash dishes...

Yet Black Star, that scoundrel, had somehow designed those simple tasks into something like this.

Before each new stage began, the two of them would make meticulous plans. But once the stage actually started, even the most thorough plan became completely meaningless.

They had to deal with constantly moving platforms, ingredients running around everywhere, randomly appearing flames and storms, conveyor belts that had to be operated separately, and parts of the kitchen vanishing out of thin air.

Even if you had become familiar with the game's controls, facing the next stage would still make your scalp tingle.

During the game, especially when making pancakes, cakes, and steamed meat or vegetables, players first had to put the raw ingredients into a mixer, then combine them with flour or eggs.

Only after completing that step could they put the processed ingredients into the appropriate cookware, such as frying pans, ovens, or bamboo steamers.

The additional equipment and steps further raised the game's difficulty and tension. After a frantic mess of operations, all kinds of hilarious mistakes would inevitably follow.

The recipes grew more complicated as the stages progressed, and most of the time, players had to repeatedly cook the same dish.

Even though he and the female fan had argued fiercely while playing, he could not deny how entertaining the game was.

The occasional mistake might not seem like a big issue, but the resulting chaos could set the entire kitchen on fire and render all their previous effort useless.

Even so, Yinzi still wanted to say one thing: the game was genuinely fun!

Disasters constantly descended upon that kitchen, yet the endless chaos became part of its charm.