Purple mist spread continuously between the Bone-Slicing Blade and the chunks of meat. Soon, a wisp of purple flame appeared between the blade and the meat.
When the purple flame touched the chunks of meat, they started to rot and spoil rapidly.
If Lu Luo were here, he would have recognized this purple flame at a glance—it was Netherflame, which governed the netherworld.
Chef Liu Yuan used Netherflame to incinerate the chunks of meat, then placed his own hand on them.
He grimaced in pain, but the rotten chunks of meat reverted to their original state.
Not long after, fresh breakfast was brought out from the back of the canteen.
The cafeteria aunt's words ignited the students' enthusiasm. "Old Liu is really on his game today, students! We've got generous portions today, and there's plenty to go around. Come and get it while it's hot!" No one could resist such tasty meals.
