I, the evil god, the cooking king

"This dish must use freshly slaughtered chicken. It tastes like frozen meat. The chicken is not fresh. How can I eat it!"

"And this soup, the salt is at least one-third more, the fire time is not enough, and the low fire time is too long, it is unpalatable!"

"The most important thing about this vegetable is that it must be fresh, fresh, and it is best to pick it fresh, otherwise it will always have a strange smell when it is fried!"

"Did you order the meal at "Jiang Yunhui"? How could it be so unpalatable this time!! If you don't want to be my assistant, you don't have to, I won't force you!"

The young man who was spouting loudly at the dishes on the table looked about 35-[-]. He had a heroic appearance, but because of his too thin and sunken cheeks, he looked a bit cold and mean.

His assistant was so sad that he was about to cry, and said: "Brother An, these are really the dishes I ordered from Jiang Yunhui, saw them baked with my own eyes, delivered them to the car, and brought them back for you! Eat quickly Order it, or your body will really collapse!"

An Chaoyang saw that he still cared about his body even so, the flames gushing out of his chest instantly went out again.

He revealed that he grabbed his hair, his expression was ashen, and his face was extremely ugly. He said apologetically: "...Sorry, Xiao Liu, I really can't control my temper recently. ...Obviously I said before, don't bring negative emotions into life, but...my self-control ability seems to be getting worse recently."

"I know it's not your fault..." He bowed his head and said to himself, "It's not the fault of those restaurants, it's just that my sense of taste has become more and more sensitive. So the food that used to be delicious is now gradually everywhere. It’s all flaws, I’m not sure...one day I won’t even be able to drink the water, because I will taste the dead bodies of microorganisms in the water...”

He said sarcastically: "It used to be a kind of enjoyment for me to taste the taste of this world, and it was the most beautiful meaning of my existence in this world. But now, it has become It's a torture that is so painful that I don't want to live. I really don't know, what is the point of living like this... It's really better to die, and it's over."

The assistant Xiao Liu hurriedly comforted him: "Brother An, you can't think like that! You managed to make it through, and now you are rich and famous... If you die, you won't be able to enjoy anything."

"I know, I know...but, the meaning of food to me...is like my life." He continued in a low voice, "I grew up tasting my grandpa's craft since I was 5 years old. Just holding a kitchen knife, I made my first dish at the age of 12, and I got the ticket for the Asian Chef Cup Competition at the age of 18, which led to the failure of the college entrance examination... Looking at me, I have traveled all over the streets and alleys, all over the world, tasting every dish A delicious dish with different flavors, I taste it, learn it, every time I taste a different dish, it makes me feel that the world is so beautiful... They have been with me for 30 years, and have become an indispensable part of my life part of the division."

"If one day, I can only live by injections and can no longer taste any dishes... What a terrible thing for me, I really can't imagine!" An Chaoyang put his head in his hands , with a sad and lost voice.

"Buzzing~" An Zhaoyang's phone vibrated.

An Zhaoyang sighed, collected his emotions, and then answered the phone.

"Chaoyang, I'm Wang Tong, do you remember me?" A familiar mellow baritone voice came from the opposite side.

"Of course I still remember, Director Wang, do you need me for anything?" An Chaoyang found this director Wang Tong from his memory. Those in charge are all the best column groups in the station.

"Haha, just remember me." Director Wang laughed twice, and explained, "We are going to record a program about the awakened ones, and we cooperated very well when we recorded "Life is a Pot" last time. No, did I think of you again? Our new column "Future Star" plans to invite four local celebrities in City C to comment on each awakened person. I think you are very suitable!"

However, An Chaoyang knew that the reason why Director Wang came to him was because he was the most famous Internet celebrity in C City.And the last time the program recording of "Life is a Pot" was made popular all over the Internet because of his participation. Even passers-by on the street knew about this program. To put it bluntly, it was just for his fame That's all.

Although he knows it well, Director Wang is a well-organized person anyway, so he certainly won't offend him.

Furthermore, with his current physical condition, it is indeed not suitable for recording the program. After all, he has almost only eaten a small amount of porridge for the past three days...

This caused him to lose a full 8 catties in two weeks, and he felt that if he continued like this, he might even have problems walking.

"Thank you, Director Wang, for your kindness, but I'm not in good health recently. You can tell by watching my channel that I haven't recorded any programs for a month. So I can only decline this recording..."

Hearing his refusal, Director Wang hurriedly said a few words of concern before hanging up the phone.

"Oh..." He sighed, raised his head and said to his assistant, "Xiao Liu, please take away the food, I really can't eat it."

Xiao Liu looked at him worriedly, but didn't try to persuade him any more.

After Xiao Liu left, An Chaoyang lay alone on the old man's chair on the balcony.The sun was warm, and he breathed the fresh air from the garden, and gradually fell asleep.

And a big eyeball with wings flew outside the garden, looking furtive and poking around.

It quickly climbed over the garden and came to the villa, and soon it found An Chaoyang with a thin face on the balcony.

Suddenly, its red pupils flashed a bright light.

It has two small white tentacles, holding a long leaflet with consumption coupons at the bottom.Then flapping its wings, it flew to An Chaoyang as quickly as if it was flashing.

It threw the flyer in An Zhaoyang's face, and when a silver light appeared, it knew it was done!

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When An Chaoyang woke up, a leaflet was covering his face, protecting him from the dazzling sunlight and allowing him to sleep comfortably.

He yawned, and rarely had the time to pick up this leaflet and look at it carefully.

"Cthulhu Restaurant, the delicious food prepared by the awakened store manager for you, with different and amazing flavors, waiting for you to experience~"

The slogan is big and eye-catching, but the background color is pure black, and there is no picture of a dish, which is completely different from those fancy red, green and blue restaurant flyers on the market.

Looking at the pure black flyer, he suddenly became more interested in this store than ever before.

Even though he doesn't have hope for this restaurant in his heart, he has never tasted the food made by the awakened ones before, so he will reluctantly give it a try this time.

With this in mind, he decided to take a look tomorrow morning.

Unexpectedly, fate is not as good as people's calculations. Early the next morning, he fainted at home due to hypoglycemia, and was rushed to the hospital by his assistant Xiao Liu.

In the hospital for three full days of recuperation, in addition to infusions every day, it was only by force-fed food that he managed to get better.

The three days of force-fed food also caused him to feel physiological disgust the moment he saw the food.

The next door to him is a young girl with anorexia. I heard that she is 13 years old, but she looks only about ten years old. Her body is as thin as a stick, as if she is about to fly when the wind blows, her hair is withered and yellow, and her eyes are protruding... That appearance made him seem to see his future self, and he couldn't help feeling a little sad in his heart.

The child's family background is good, otherwise it would not be possible to live in a single ward.

At noon that day, the child's father came to the ward with soup again and asked, "Good girl, dad bought you kelp fish soup today. This store was recommended by a friend of my dad's. It tastes really good. How about you?" Let's try it~"

The little girl said pitifully: "Father, you can eat it yourself, I can't eat it...I will vomit."

His father uncovered the plastic cover of the fish soup box, took a spoonful of the soup, and tried to feed his daughter, while persuading: "My dear girl, you can try it again. Dad has eaten it. It tastes really good." The soup is very, very good, Dad can say that he has never eaten such a delicious soup in this life, you must be able to accept it, just for Dad, okay?"

"No! I won't eat! I won't eat!" The little girl screamed as she recalled the pain of nausea and vomiting, and waved away the fish soup takeaway box and soup spoon in her father's hand.

Just a "click", the fish soup box was blown away by the girl's hand and fell to the ground, kelp, soup... spilled all over the floor.

Hearing the quarrel here, An Chaoyang couldn't help standing at the door of the ward and watching for a while, but suddenly he smelled a completely irresistible smell of kelp soup, which didn't taste like takeaway chicken essence mixed with water, but a natural and The pure salty aroma of sea salt with unknown fish gushes out.It made him feel as if he had traveled to the seaside in an instant, as if he had been baptized by the waves.

Standing at the door, he couldn't help taking a deep breath, followed the smell, and got into the little girl's ward.

At this time, in the little girl's ward, the little girl was staring at the soup on the ground, swallowing her saliva constantly.

"Dad, it smells so delicious. How can this soup be so delicious? I'm so hungry, so hungry, I want to eat!" The little girl grabbed her father's sleeve excitedly, "Dad, can you order another one for me?" , I want to drink his fish soup!"

Her father was almost crying with excitement. It must have been a long time since he heard his daughter's strong desire to eat.

He rubbed the corners of his eyes, choked with sobs and kept saying: "Okay, okay... Dad will buy it for you right away, and you can eat as much as you like, until you are full!"

"Sir, where did you order this soup?"

"Brother Zhao, where did you order this soup?"

Several inquiries sounded together with An Zhaoyang's voice.

He turned around in surprise and found that almost all the patients on this floor had gathered in the ward. They all stared at the spilled soup on the floor and asked the same question in unison.

"My God, isn't this too fragrant?"

"Since I got this disease, I have never felt the same hunger as today!"

"Brother, where did you buy this soup? Can you give me an address? I'm going to be so hungry!"

The author has something to say: I want to quit station B.

That's impossible!