When the camera panned over to Xie Mi's cooking station, every viewer lost their composure.
[Who took a dump here?]
[Holy shit, what a powerful appetite suppressant.]
[Intestine coffee and brain-and-fish-eye cake? Buddy, is that even English?]
[The thing is, Sister Xie actually made both of them.]
[If all else fails, give it to my brother. He studies abroad. He can eat anything.]
Several pieces of chopped intestine floated on the coffee, while roasted brains and steamed fish eyes adorned the cream cake.
The sight assaulted the PD's senses. She couldn't shake the feeling that the fish eyes on the cake were staring at her, unable to rest in peace.
For the sake of the afternoon customers' lives, she tactfully offered a suggestion.
"This combination is certainly novel, but wouldn't putting intestines on top of coffee be a little too visually shocking?"
"You mean... arranging them like this looks a little out of place?" Xie Mi tried to understand.
The PD immediately nodded like her life depended on it.
Realization dawned on Xie Mi. "Got it! You mean I should blend the intestines into juice and mix them into the coffee, right?"
The PD: That's not what I meant!!!
But Xie Mi had already sprung into action, dumping the chopped intestines and coffee straight into a blender and turning it on.
The pulverized intestines mixed with the coffee, gradually forming a murky liquid slick with grease.
The PD promptly clasped her hands in salute. "Your humble servant takes her leave."
[I want it. Shovel all of it into my mouth.]
[Girl, is there a famine where you live?]
Within a mere hour, the kitchen had become a massive biochemical weapon production site.
Director Niu had shown remarkable foresight by preparing a batch of gas masks.
Now the crew stood there