My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

Chapter 55: There are no unfamiliar ingredients, only incompetent chefs.

Just as Su Yun was questioning his life, Lei Zhan, carrying a full pot of braised pork, elbowed Su Yun and pulled him to sit down at a table next to him.

"Don't just stand there! Sit down! Try Mouse's cooking!"

Looking at Lei Zhan, whose mouth was dripping with oil, Su Yun finally regained a sliver of rationality from her shock.

He slammed his hand on the table, pointed at the group of big shots still queuing up, and his voice trembled.

"Captain Lei! Is this what you meant by 'can't hold on anymore'?!"

"I thought the base had been overrun by soul beasts, so I rushed back to save it! And you're telling me it's because you were starving?!"

"Comrade Su Yun, please calm down."

Lei Zhan picked up a piece of braised pork with a serious expression and put it in his mouth.

As he chewed, the tough-guy mask on his face instantly vanished, revealing a soft, blissful blush.

"Glug."

Lei Zhan swallowed the meat, brandishing his chopsticks, and retorted confidently, "You just don't understand! No one can resist something this delicious!"

Lei Zhan looked at the figure still frantically tossing the wok on the stove, a hint of awe in his eyes.

Looking at Lei Zhan like this, Su Yun still felt that this world was too magical.

"Team Leader Lei, how did a soul beast become the head chef?"

Lei Zhan sighed and, while serving Su Yun rice, recounted everything that had just happened.

"That's a long story—"

It turns out that after being transported to Earth, the mouse displayed an amazing will to survive when faced with that group of strange old men.

The mice were frantically running away from the base.

A cleaning lady's broom blocked their way from the front, while special agents armed with tranquilizer guns pursued them from behind.

In the end, the mouse panicked and ran headlong into the kitchen.

Upon seeing the enormous stove and facing the pile of unheard-of ingredients on the cutting board, the mouse's initially terrified little mind was suddenly reminded of the resounding family motto of the Rob family—

There are no unfamiliar ingredients, only incompetent chefs!

The moment the special operations team broke down the door, Mouse realized something.

As it evaded the capture net, it glanced at the open home-style recipe book next to it.

He then resolutely jumped onto the stove, turning the kitchen into a battlefield!

Holding soy sauce in its left hand and a spatula in its right, it took advantage of the special operations team's moment of shock to learn and apply its skills on the spot, adapting to the situation.

And just like that, a plate of stir-fried shredded pork with green peppers—a dish with perfect color, aroma, and taste—was created on the spot with a high heat!

When that overpowering aroma filled the kitchen, the special operations team members all dropped their tranquilizer guns on the ground.

The mouse used a dish to gain the mouse's political influence.

The mouse, through its actions, cried out to Earthlings: "Squeak! Squeak, squeak! Squeak squeak!!"

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Su Yun nodded. Indeed, a mouse can only squeak and can't utter any other words.

That's it.

After Lei Zhan finished speaking, he picked up a piece of braised pork with alternating layers of fat and lean meat and held it to Su Yun's mouth.

"Words are useless; it's all in the meat. Su Yun, this was specially saved for you to welcome you home."

Su Yun looked at the piece of meat.

Reason told him that this was very unscientific, and even a bit of a sanity drain.

But the strange fragrance that pierced my nostrils, coupled with the fact that I had just finished practicing the enhanced version of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and I was also a little hungry.

Su Yun opened her mouth with a mixture of disbelief and skepticism.

The meat chunk enters the mouth.

boom-!

Su Yun's pupils suddenly contracted.

Rich but not greasy, it melts in your mouth.

What's even more terrifying is that within that rich aroma of meat, there seems to be a faint but extremely pure fluctuation of soul power.

"This taste—"

Su Yun swallowed the braised pork, feeling the warmth in her stomach, and nodded subconsciously.

"This rat is indeed... something special."

At this moment, an elderly academician with gray hair, carrying a full bowl of rice with toppings, squeezed in with a ruddy complexion.

"I knew it! How could Comrade Su Yun bring back such a useless person!"

He was so excited that his dentures almost fell out, and he kept praising it while spitting out his food.

"Comrade Su Yun! You truly have foresight! What you've sent isn't just a sample; it's a revolutionary tool to improve our research environment!"

"After eating this meal, I feel like all my brain cells are working! The genetic sequence problem that had been stuck for three months suddenly became clear while I was eating meat!"

Several special forces soldiers also gathered around, wiping the grease from their mouths, looking at Su Yun with admiration.

"Wow! That's amazing! The nutritional meals we used to eat were like animal feed, this is real food!"

"After eating just now, I feel like I have inexhaustible energy. If I were to go cross-country with a heavy load right now, I could run a cow to death! With this logistical support, our special forces' combat effectiveness will increase by at least 20%!"

Su Yun was stunned.

Just then, a long, drawn-out Buddhist chant rang in my ears.

"Amitabha."

A kind-looking, venerable monk, draped in a kasaya, squeezed in.

He was holding a bowl of glistening vegetarian assortment.

The high monk elegantly picked up a piece of vegetarian chicken, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. Then, with a look of deep emotion on his face, he closed his eyes, and his body seemed to radiate a faint Buddhist light.

"This vegetarian chicken is cooked to perfection, neither too hot nor too cold. It is tender yet retains its firmness. I have even tasted a trace of the ethereal Zen meaning in it—'Originally there is nothing, so where can dust settle?'"

The high monk opened his eyes, looked at Su Yun, and his eyes were full of admiration.

"Benefactor Su, this rat benefactor may wear animal skin, but its heart is like a lotus. It knows how to follow the nature of the ingredients, not to force them to change, but to go with the flow. This is not cooking; it is clearly cultivating a compassionate heart."

"Pah! You bald monk, shut your mouth! Stop spouting that feudal superstition stuff!"

A harsh, cold laugh came from the side.

The old Taoist priest, with his ethereal air and whisk in hand, suddenly slammed his stainless steel rice bowl onto the table with a loud clang.

He looked at the high monk with utter contempt, as if he were looking at an illiterate person.

"Zen philosophy? Compassion? Can't you talk about science? Can't you have some materialism?"

The Taoist priest pointed at the vegetables in the bowl, spitting as he began to exclaim, "What do you mean by 'following one's nature'? Let me tell you, this is called the Maillard reaction!"

"This is a chemical reaction between amino acids and reducing sugars at high temperatures! I just observed it closely, and the mouse's control over the oil temperature is simply divine! This allows the carbonyl and amino groups to complete dehydration condensation instantly, locking in the flavor!"

The high monk's lips twitched slightly as he attempted to explain, "Master, all things have spirits; sincerity is key—"

"Sincerity my ass!"

"

The Taoist priest interrupted him without any politeness, flicking his whisk with an air of commanding authority.

"You monks just love to make things complicated! What Buddha-nature? This is clearly an application of the second law of thermodynamics!"

The Taoist priest stood up, pointed at the mouse behind the glass window that was flipping a wok, and looked on with a fanatical gaze.