The once fresh and shimmering red dragon fillets were now covered in a layer of black char on the outside. In Michael's eyes, this was no different from a total trampling of the ingredients. A complete insult to cuisine.
'What the hell is this guy trying to do anyway? It was so fragrant just a moment ago, and now it's burnt to a crisp. Even though this is just a world of consciousness, it's still a goddamn waste.'
If he truly had full control over this world, he'd seriously turn into a giant and beat the Cook God up for this wastefulness.
Cook God paid no attention to Michael, his gaze entirely focused on the pieces of meat. He adjusted the temperature and the range of the flame, letting the black char envelop all the pieces.
Michael's expression grew darker by the second. Can this thing really be eaten? I think it's about to turn into charcoal.
