Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

——Good fellow.

Mo Yu suddenly understood what Larondi meant by "If you can convince him, let him come back."

If it was a chef who was still in business, there would be no need to hire him again.

"May I ask why you lost your sense of taste?" Mo Yu added cautiously, "I have no ill intentions, I just want to see if I can help you.

By the way, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. I am the Lord of Amt County, a member of the Magic Federation, the Great Magician Moyiwu, and a friend of Larondi, the Lord of Roselle.

Of course, if you don't want to tell me about this stranger, I completely understand."

"I've heard of you. You were very famous in Nanzhou back then. I also know your relationship with Iris. Speaking of which, Iris is still my distant cousin...

We dragons are always related. Since we are all family, there is nothing we can't talk about."

—— Wait, what does family mean? Mo Yu suddenly had a bad premonition.

Yanchun sighed, took off the white chef's hat from his head, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the bar: "This is the fate of all chefs in this polluted world.

We deal with polluted food every day, and use all means to process the ingredients into delicious food... But the more we eat, the more we touch, the more pollution will accumulate.

Over time, even if I am a dragon that is extremely resistant to pollution, I cannot avoid the end of being eroded by pollution.

And the pollution I suffered started from my tongue.

Although Larondi claimed that this was just an unfortunate accident and had nothing to do with fate, I still feel that this is fate's mockery of me... Regardless of whether it was done by the goddess herself."

He looked very depressed. But Mo Yu put himself in Yanchun's shoes and imagined how he felt, and felt that this depression was completely understandable.

The chef saint who had reached the secret level suddenly lost his sense of taste. This is like the Taoist foundation of the immortal master being destroyed when he was just one step away from breaking the void. All previous efforts were not all in vain, but at least most of them were destroyed.

"Although I still have the skills, I can roughly feel the quality of a dish just by the heat, smell and touch. But without taste, I can't judge whether the taste of the dish is sweet or sour, bland or salty." Yan Chun said: "So, I haven't cooked for many years."

Mo Yu nodded. He had encountered takeaways that smelled fragrant but were actually bland or salty and bitter countless times.

For a chef of Yan Chun's level, a slight difference can make a huge difference. Even the slightest difference in seasoning will have a world of difference for him, but now, he can't confirm it with his taste.

And, from another perspective, for a being who has been devoted to food and cooking for many years and climbed to the god level with it, the more fragrant and delicious the dishes are, the more painful it will be when you can't eat them, can't taste them, or the taste is not as expected.

"This shop you see," He pointed around casually, "is actually my territory. As you can see, it is already in such a state of disrepair...

If it weren't for this kid who broke in today and insisted on making a bet with me and wanted to take me as his master, I wouldn't have cooked again."