"You're incredible!"
Mars made no attempt to hide his admiration.
Though it was somewhat inappropriate to lavish such praise on an enemy, this was indeed Mars's most genuine feeling after tasting Xia Yu's cooking. Incredible was simply incredible, admitting no falsehood.
A single recipe, turning out seven completely different dishes.
If one were compelled to describe it, it was like a plant sprouting seven distinct types of flowers.
Not only did they look different, but their inner meanings were entirely unique.
For instance, in the first spoonful of the seafood rice, Mars tasted the experiences and vicissitudes of a wandering minstrel, a sense of contentment borne from witnessing the customs and culture of various lands. This kind of application of 'culinary heart' was akin to traveling.
The second spoonful transformed him into a pilgrim, an ascetic.
Striding alone through a desert, facing sandstorms with nothing but faith in his heart.