"It smells so good!"

Monet sniffed and sighed, "Ningning's skills are still the best. If I could have her skills someday, I would never have to worry about anything."

Sang Ning was stir-frying octopus, and amidst the enticing aroma, she calmly said, "I'm quite worried."

What are you worried about?

Clyde, with his mouth open, was grilling oysters.

After being cleaned, the white and tender oysters were neatly arranged by Clyde and his team on a grill made of mechanical arms and hands that Suning had picked up from the beach.

Hundreds of plump oysters are neatly arranged on top, with a layer of minced garlic and chopped chili sauce covering the tender oyster meat.

Sang Ning wove an airtight, sealed container out of vines. It was shaped like a jar and had a lid. The lid was covered with fern leaves that, when dried, did not appear dry but were quite resilient. A layer of the same leaves was also laid inside the vine jar, thus ensuring its airtightness.

This rattan altar was used to collect charcoal in preparation for winter.

It's not easy to build a kang (heated brick bed) in the stone house, and Sang Ning doesn't know how either, but she's worried that it will get very cold when the temperature drops in winter, so she needs to prepare charcoal early.

Anyway, the house is big. In addition to three large rooms, there is a warehouse, a kitchen and a living room. The warehouse is used to store things, so there is no need to worry about not having a place to store the charcoal.

However, charcoal, originally intended to combat the cold winter, has now become the best energy source for grilling oysters.

On the glowing red charcoal fire, on the mechanical arms and legs that Louis had modified by using a laser axe to puncture holes and cut open in some places, the neatly arranged white and tender oysters began to sizzle and ooze oil under the intense heat of the charcoal fire, and the plump, white oyster meat curled up.

The freshness of the oyster meat and the slightly sour and spicy garlic chili sauce blend perfectly together, and the aroma alone is enough to tempt your stomach.

At this moment, Sang Ning's octopus was ready. One by one, the bright red octopus was coated with a layer of red oil and placed in a wooden basin, garnished with scallions. The aroma of numbing spiciness and freshness was irresistible.

"This tastes so stimulating, I want to eat it."

Louis swallowed hard, his mouth watering, eager to have one.

He reached out to grab it, but before his hand even got close to the wooden basin, a loud slap rang out as a hand struck the back of his hand, and pain immediately shot through him.

He squinted at the owner of the hand, Luo Tianya, who was looking at him with a disdainful expression. The moment their eyes met, Luo Tianya scoffed and said sarcastically, "Are you a reincarnated starving ghost? Sang Ning hasn't even eaten yet and you're already eating. Shameless."

Louis, "..."

This little brat is a bit annoying.

"What's it to you?"

Before he finished speaking, he swiftly grabbed an octopus and popped it into his mouth.

The octopus was piping hot from the pot, and the moment it touched his tongue, it was so hot that he gasped for breath. He breathed on it and moved the octopus around in his mouth to cool it down.

Finally, as the temperature dropped, or perhaps his mouth had adjusted to the octopus's temperature, he began to eat it openly.

His face contorted in shock as he ate it; it was quite a shock.

Sichuan peppercorns, prickly ash peppercorns, and even rattan peppercorns all exist in this world, but like chili peppers, these seasonings are not widely used in cooking because their flavors are too pungent and strong. Instead, they have been relegated to biological products.

Previously, they had chili peppers but no Sichuan peppercorns, but when Emmanuel and his group went into the mountains to dig for bamboo shoots, they brought back a few high-quality Sichuan peppercorns from somewhere.

Sang Ning discovered them and then had them lead the way, retracing their previous steps to find the Sichuan peppercorns.

So, she cooked the octopus into a spicy dish.

Louis was quite overwhelmed by the spicy flavor when he first tried it. After finishing an octopus, his eyes and nose turned red, and tears streamed down his face.

Everyone was speechless.

Is this octopus really that bad?

Sang Ning knew perfectly well that this was definitely caused by the numbing and spicy flavor; it was normal for someone eating spicy food for the first time to experience this.

Sang Ning, who is 'well-informed', remained calm and continued to work as a cook.

But the audience and Emmanuel were unaware of the situation.

The audience was stunned to see Louis eating an octopus with tears in his eyes.

Louis isn't human, he's a real dog. You say it's delicious, so why are you making us cry? Are you trying to tempt us?

[Is it possible that it tastes bad?]

[Bullshit! If Louis and the others had cooked today, I wouldn't have argued with you if you said it was awful. But today, the chef wasn't them, it was Sang Ning. There's no way it could be awful.]

I just want to know how delicious this octopus is that it could make Louis suffer.

Watching the audience's heated discussion, Louis had no words to express his suffering. He held the bamboo cup and gulped down water, drinking more than half of it before the spicy taste in his mouth subsided a little, and he felt like he had come back to life.

Why are you crying?

Fimmonloa originally wanted to try the new octopus flavor, but was frightened by Louis's reaction.

Seeing that he had returned to normal, she immediately came over and asked, "Is octopus delicious or not?"

As soon as these two questions were asked, everyone except Sang Ning perked up their ears and their eyes fell on Louis.

He sniffed. "I didn't cry. These are physiological tears. The smell was too strong, and my tear ducts gave a faithful response to the smell before I could resist it."

Fimmonloa and the others were completely confused. Luo Tianya, who disliked Louis and had gone from being a fan to a hater, spurred them on, "So, is it delicious or not? Just tell us already!"

Louis didn't want to talk about it; to be precise, he didn't want to pay attention to Luo Tianya.

That brat is so annoying. It's just that he's an adult and hard to discipline, otherwise he would have given Luo Tianya a good beating to teach him a lesson.

However, it is not appropriate.

So he snorted and turned away from him.

Luo Tianya, "..."

凸(艹皿艹)

He had a bad temper and wanted to hit someone, but Mu Tao stopped him.

Mu Tao repeated his question, and this time Louis was no longer speechless. He said directly, "I don't know."

"How should I describe the taste..."

After thinking for a few seconds, he hesitated and said, "It's very stimulating. I can't quite handle it. I guess some people will like this taste while others will find it unbearable, just like me."

It would have been better if he hadn't said it; saying it only made everyone more curious.

So, the first taste, or rather, the sneaky tasting, began. Emmanuel's eyes lit up. He liked the taste; it was so refreshing and incredibly satisfying.

Elliott, who had a love-hate relationship with him, was on Louis's side. Unable to bear the shock, he shed tears even more than Louis, and his mouth became numb.

Then there's Monet and the audience. Just as Louis said, some people love it to death, while others think that this taste is not something that intelligent life can eat.

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