He didn't know how much time had passed in the darkness. When he was discovered again, he looked up and saw only the spiderweb-like, broken protective shield in the sky behind the rescue team.
All his fondest childhood memories remained on that agricultural planet destroyed by the false mother.
...
Lou Jia didn't know why, but seeing the pseudo-mother today brought back memories he hadn't wanted to recall. He stared at the creature that wasn't even a high-level insect, and finally just gazed in the direction of the pseudo-mother, asking, "This thing... can it really be cooked and eaten?"
“Of course~” The God of Cookery raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on the pseudo-mother, a hint of provocation in his smile: “In my hands, they can all be eaten.”
Mingmei looked at the face that looked just like her father's, but the crazy tone in his voice made her eyelids twitch. She was sure that her own father would not say such a thing!
So, whose personality was this NPC based on?
Seeing that the players had stopped talking about the 'pseudo-mother,' he took matters into his own hands, rolled up his sleeves, and started pressing buttons on the controller as he said, "So today I'll teach you a variety of ways to eat the 'pseudo-mother.'"
After saying that, another mechanical hand appeared at the top, and the two mechanical hands were tightly pressed together, constricting the pseudo-mother's round and elastic body.
"First of all, you need to know that the juvenile stage of any organism is very fragile; in other words, they are all very tender!"
As soon as the God of Cookery finished speaking, Mingmei saw one of the mechanical hands that was imprisoned on top of the pseudo-mother suddenly move, rushing up and down to stroke the round body.
Under the pressure of the robotic arm, the round pseudo-mother's body began to deform, and at the same time, they heard a continuous "popping" sound.
All that could be seen was that the lower half of the pseudo-mother's body, which was covered by those tentacles, was not soft, but instead sprayed outwards "spherical objects" about ten centimeters in diameter, which fell into the pool below.
Before the "spherical objects" coated in batter could even struggle, a filter rose directly from the bottom of the basin and scooped them up.
Then the filter screen was moved horizontally above the oil tank, and with a whoosh, all the "flour" was thrown into the oil tank.
Instantly, bubbling oil bubbles rose from the calm oil pool.
"First dish: Deep-fried fake mother and baby!"
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