The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

At this moment, Xia Li's eyes fell on a bag of Snickers next to her - ever since she had eaten this delicious sweet food when she got a ride with Li Shanze that day, she had fallen in love with this snack.

Since it's such a delicious thing, it's okay to put it in the pot, right?

Then she had a flash of inspiration, tore open the package, and threw a bunch of Snickers into the pot, under the pretext of increasing the viscosity.

The water in the pot quickly became turbid, with all kinds of food floating in it, completely unrecognizable.

The smoke alarm in the RV finally couldn't take it anymore and let out a shrill scream, but Charlie just waved her hand impatiently, as if it was just background music.

Claudia stood at the kitchen door in fear, her face twisted into a ball as she watched the horrific scene.

She wanted to rush in to stop it and tell the heroine that this was not alchemy, this was murder!

Murder ingredients! Murder taste buds!

But Miss Charlie's look of concentration and unwillingness to be disturbed made her stop in her tracks.

She could only watch helplessly as the pot of alchemical product gradually went to destruction under Miss Charlie's "magic hands".

Finally, after a thrilling "cooking", Miss Charlie turned off the fire with satisfaction. She carefully took the "finished product" out of the pot and brought it to the dining table.

It was a plate of... indescribable "food".

The plate was filled with a soggy, limp mixture.

A few slices of steak, cooked black (snickers-soaked), were unrecognizable, and next to them were a few equally dark, lifeless pieces of broccoli and carrots, all soaked in an equally dark soup with unidentified floating objects.

Several strands of spaghetti were tangled together like an abandoned bird's nest.

The whole dish exuded a strange smell of boiled water, burnt food, and chocolate. There was no bright color, no tempting aroma, only a hopeless, unified darkness and chaos.

This is the result of Charlie's "alchemy" that she is proud of - a plate of "white rice" through and through.

And it was the worst kind of white people's rice, as if all the ingredients had undergone some kind of cruel baptism, losing their original vitality, leaving only a hopeless and uniform destruction of the taste buds.

Xia Li didn't notice at all. She clapped her hands contentedly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, as if she had already seen the scene of Li Shanze being moved to tears by this "loving dinner".

Claudia refused to believe that her master, who was very picky about the taste of food, would find such a meal that looked more like a failed alchemy product delicious.

Especially the brown and black carrots, their shape is simply indescribable.

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At the same time, Li Shanze was patrolling the hospital corridor slowly. The smell of disinfectant filled the air, which was inconsistent with the faint scent of Vivian Sterling that had previously stained his windbreaker.

He felt that the time was about right, and he could go fishing in the yard again to see if there were any public relations companies, private detectives, or other entities trying to use him to get close to Annabelle lying in the hospital bed.

However, as he passed a ward and caught a glimpse of the abandoned plates on the table inside, a sudden and uncontrollable desire struck him like an electric current.

It wasn't just ordinary hunger, but an intense, almost instinctive urge. His stomach lurched, and his mind was instantly consumed by the "food" he had most despised and looked down upon—white people's rice.

Li Shanze bared his teeth.

Yes, this is exactly the side effect of the racist crystallization "betrayal of the taste buds" that was triggered.

[“Treachery of Taste Buds”: After using this ability, the user will develop an intense and uncontrollable desire for certain “exotic” foods, which are precisely the foods that he used to despise the most or consider “unclean”.

The cravings would strike at the most inconvenient times, forcing him to seek out and devour these foods.

For example, you may suddenly develop a craze for canned herrings or Indian curry in a high-end restaurant and even do whatever it takes to get them.

After eating, he will feel a sense of physical satisfaction, but mentally he will fall into extreme self-loathing and panic about his "bloodline being contaminated."

He seemed to see it, no, he seemed to smell it!

The lifeless chicken breast, the bland white rice, and the broccoli and carrots that were boiled until they were soft and had lost all their vibrant color.

A strong feeling of nausea instantly surged up his throat, and he almost vomited. This was simply an insult to his noble bloodline from the land of gourmet food, and a blasphemy to his delicate taste buds!

He had mocked in his mind countless times those "exotic" diners who regarded this kind of thing as the golden rule, believing that it was simply a degradation of taste and a regression of civilization.

But now, his body was clamoring and trembling, and every cell was longing for the "purity" and "boringness" that he once sneered at.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and his heart beat faster, as if there was a hungry beast roaring inside him, wanting to break free from all restraints.

He tried to suppress it, tried to use reason to fight against this sudden torrent.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and tried to refocus on patrol. However, the desire was like a maggot in his bones, growing stronger and stronger, becoming more and more unbearable.

"What a damn side effect!" Li Shanze cursed under his breath.

Then he couldn't bear it any longer, and the dam of his rationality collapsed in an instant. Like a drug addict tormented by addiction, he began to search the hospital frantically.

He didn't care about his dignity or his identity, and the only thing in his mind was the soulless "white people's food".

He practically rushed into the RV, desperately trying to get Claudia to make him some white food—surely Italians could make white food easier to swallow.

As soon as he stepped into the RV, the strange smell of boiling water, burnt food and chocolate hit him in the face and went straight into his nostrils.

He frowned instinctively, his stomach churning, but the desire from the "betrayal of taste buds" reached its peak at this moment, like an invisible rope, pulling him straight to the dining table.

On the dining table, the plate of "alchemical product" "carefully" prepared by Charlie was lying there quietly.

A wet, soft mixture, a hideous, mushy steak, and indescribable broccoli and carrots came into Li Shanze's sight.

Li Shanze's mind was screaming, his taste buds were wailing, his brain was protesting, and he even instinctively felt waves of nausea.

It seems that just by looking at it, you can feel the bland and even slightly weird taste.

Li Shanze forced himself to hold on, trying to use the last bit of Chinese people's dignity to convince himself not to eat this indescribable thing.

"Oh, dear, you're back. That's just right. Come and see the loving dinner I made for you!" Xia Li smiled sweetly, her face as beautiful as a flower.

"Haha, good, that's great." Li Shanze laughed dryly, sweat on his forehead.

"Come and try it, try what I made!" Xia Li pulled out a stool attentively, took the initiative to help Li Shanze take off his windbreaker and hang it up, and asked for credit.

Xia Li defeated Li Shanze's last hold.

Li Shanze's body was completely out of control. The desire overwhelmed all resistance like a tide, and his hand reached out to the plate uncontrollably and picked up the fork.

He almost trembled as he put a forkful of the mixture into his mouth. The overcooked steak had no chewiness at all, like a ball of fiber.

The boiled vegetables lost all their crispness and were left as soft mud.

The dark soup has an indescribable strange smell that is a mixture of various incompatible seasonings. The sweetness of chocolate and the burnt smell are strangely blended together to form an outrageous "flavor".

"Ugh..." His throat rolled and he almost vomited. This was simply the food from hell!

However, in the next second, a strange, almost primitive feeling of satisfaction instantly swept through his body.

It is not a pleasure for the taste buds, but a deeper pleasure of having one's physical hunger satisfied.

His stomach groaned with satisfaction, and it was as if some switch in his brain was touched. All resistance and nausea disappeared at this moment, replaced by a pure, animalistic desire to eat.

He no longer hesitated, thought, or even felt the awful taste.

Like a hungry beast, he lowered his head and used a fork to put the "food" on the plate into his mouth in big mouthfuls.

He chewed and swallowed faster and faster, as if he was afraid that this "delicious" dish would disappear out of thin air.

The food that he once regarded as garbage has now become his only salvation.

He didn't care about the black soup on the corners of his mouth, and the chocolate sauce from the Snickers even splashed onto his white shirt - he looked like he had rolled in the mud.

When the plate was completely emptied and even the last drop of soup was eaten by him with a slice of bread, Li Shanze suddenly stopped.

He was breathing heavily, his stomach felt an unprecedented fullness, and every cell in his body seemed to be cheering.

However, this physical satisfaction only lasted a few seconds. When the crazy desire subsided and reason regained its upper hand, he was instantly overwhelmed by an overwhelming sense of self-loathing and shame.

He looked at the empty plate and the corners of his mouth covered in stains, feeling waves of nausea and despair. He had actually, actually wolfed down this thing!

This was a complete stain on his noble Chinese bloodline and a devastating blow to his proud taste buds.

This damn side effect, I will remember you!

Li Shanze felt a strong sense of unwillingness rising in his heart.

Meanwhile, Claudia was stunned.

She stood at the kitchen door and witnessed the entire process of Li Shanze from his initial struggle and nausea to his final wolfing down and finishing the dish of "dark cuisine" in no time.

She clearly caught the cold sweat oozing from Li Shanze's forehead, his clenched jaw, and the flash of pain and struggle in his eyes.

She even noticed the physiological reaction of nausea that was difficult to conceal in his throat.

However, it is these subtle resistances that are close to the physiological limit that are interpreted as the deepest and most moving love in Claudia's eyes.

She devoured this kind of food so voraciously! Her acting was so superb! The host must have loved the hostess so much!

Claudia felt an indescribable envy in her heart.

She looked at Li Shanze, the usually arrogant and serious man, who at this moment, for the sake of the hostess, swallowed the "food" he despised the most, even enduring physical torture.

This is the kind of affection that only appears in novels!

She even fantasized that if one day her master would eat the dish she made casually, even if it was a failure, how happy it would be!

For this reason, she was envious and jealous of Charlie.

Meanwhile, Xia Li was immersed in great joy at the moment and was completely unaware of Li Shanze's pain, nor did she notice the complex emotions in Claudia's eyes.

She looked at the empty plate, her blue eyes shining brightly, as if they were filled with stars.

"See! I told you my cooking is delicious!" She clapped her hands triumphantly, a bright smile blooming on her face. The smile was pure and innocent, with a hint of childish pride.

She even winked at Li Shanze, as if to say, "How is it? Are you conquered by my cooking skills?"

She fully believed that Li Shanze's wolfing down of the food was the highest compliment to her "cooking skills" - if that could really be called cooking skills.

While wiping the black Snickers residue from the corner of Li Shanze's mouth with a handkerchief, she began to think about the "new recipe" she would try next time, her mind filled with infinite longing for future "delicacies".

She felt unprecedented satisfaction and pride, as if she was not only a powerful alchemist, but also a recognized chef and gourmet.

Well done, don’t do it next time!

Li Shanze forced a smile. How could he dissuade Xia Li from this inexplicably sparked new interest?

But now was obviously not a good time to say anything, because Miss Witch had already happily sat on his lap, blocking all his words with a passionate kiss.

Author's words: Thanks to book friend 9567300429 for the monthly ticket

Thanks to Qianxiao Anran, Shixin Luobo, and Xiaopingguo112633 for their recommendation votes

I worked overtime again last night, so I didn't write more than a thousand words today. I decided not to break it up, so there will only be one update...

Take a day off

The project deadline was suddenly brought forward by a month. I was forced to work overtime last night and have to go to the company to work overtime today.

No updates today, sorry.

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I just added an all-nighter and got home. I'll take a nap first and update when I wake up. Please forgive me.

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301 In the restaurant

The kiss was so engrossed, so passionate, that Claudia obviously realized what was coming next.

She was not without the desire to stay, and she certainly hoped to be favored by her master.

But the relationship between the master and the mistress was so deep that Claudia was obviously very conscious of being a mistress, so she chose to leave quietly.

During the passionate kiss, Claudia closed the door of the restaurant.

Click.

The sound of the door closing was as light as dust falling to the ground, but it was extremely clear in the suddenly expanding silence, becoming a kind of tacit signal.

The smoke in the air seemed to dissipate a little.

It was the lingering smell of the previous dark cuisine explosion—a mixture of an unclosed spice jar, a hint of sourness from unwashed lemon peel, a hint of the strange smell of Snickers' artificial sweetener, and the artificial peach scent that Claudia had hastily sprayed before leaving, but obviously using the wrong flavor.

But the center of these vortexes of smell were immediately replaced by a more primitive, burning temperature.

Like a soldier who had heard the charge, Xia Li launched round after round of endless attacks on Li Shanze. She locked onto her only "taster" at close range.