The Dark Cuisine Pot smelled truly wonderful. Before the lid came off, everyone was imagining delicious fish dishes.
Those who skipped ahead missed Ke Meng putting fish ingredients into the pot and simply assumed it contained fried chicken, barbecue skewers, or other delicacies.
Everyone had a different idea of good food, and tastes varied from person to person. Looking at the black pot in the video set their imaginations running wild.
Strangely, as long as they watched Ke Meng put the fish ingredients into the pot, their anticipation of delicious food became confined to fish dishes.
"We're about to lift the lid. I imagine everyone's already looking forward to the delicious food inside." Ke Meng's voice sounded offscreen. This time, however, it was Shirley who opened the pot, not Ke Meng.
At the sight of Shirley's crystalline skin, everyone cried out in surprise.
"Ah, Shirley!"
"Shirley's here! My youth is back!"
"Is your youth so cheap that it comes back whenever you want?"
Shirley said nothing. As a bodyguard, she had no need for idle chatter. Besides, she genuinely hadn't known at the time that her master was recording footage for a review video.
Shirley lifted the black lid. No black mist emerged, but the contents of the pot had become indescribable. The main body of fish flesh was covered in blurry mosaic pixels, making it impossible to tell what it was. All they could see was a strange mass writhing, enough to make their scalps prickle.
At that instant, deliciousness and food no longer mattered.
The viewers in front of their screens jumped in fright and hurriedly skipped past it, not daring to watch.
Those with weaker stomachs recoiled so hard that they toppled onto the floor, howling from the impact.
Some exceptionally brave viewers clutched their pounding hearts