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As the spoon slipped into the crack,
the aged mud fell in a cascade.
“Miss Su, if you sign now, you can still get 80% of the acquisition price.”
The electronic voice of the drone mixed with the background music from Lin Wanyi's livestream.
“Babies, look! This is the fate of the stubborn!”
The sharp pain from the rain striking the back of my neck suddenly vanished.
Through the night vision lens,
my neck, covered in mud, was being watched by thousands.
In the moment when the rebar pierced my calf,
I unexpectedly recalled Shen Yanbai dissecting a beef shank.
The Smart Medical Box ejected Hemostatic Gel,
but I grabbed the mud and pressed it against the wound—
the stinging pain of mycelium awakening within flesh and blood
was more sobering than any analgesic.
The drone suddenly shook and plummeted,
the night vision image freezing on Shen Yanbai as he broke apart a Signal Emitter with his bare hands.
“Are you going to destroy even your last value?”
The mud stains on his white coat resembled splashed ink landscapes,
as Medical Rubber Gloves tore open my blood-soaked pant leg.
Holographic projections rose from his smartwatch,
and within the three-dimensional model of the wound,
Chen Pi Mycelium was devouring Artificial Thrombin at a speed of 0.13 mm per second.
I tightened my grip on the Jade Spoon and sliced open his sleeve:
"The Monitoring Data was altered by you! The activity of the Cave Mud Microbial Community from the Guangxu Era could never be detected by modern instruments..."
The rusty taste that surged in my throat interrupted my accusation.
The smartwatch emitted a buzzing sound:
"Porphyrin levels detected are excessive, suspected heavy metal poisoning!"
Shen Yanbai's pupils contracted to pinpoints in the flash of lightning,
his action of tearing off his tie to tighten my femoral artery was as smooth as when he helped me tie my apron seven years ago.
Lin Wanyi's scream came from a phone buried in the rubble:
"Teacher Shen, what are you doing! The livestream..."
"Shut it down!"
He shouted at his smartwatch,
and the voice control system abruptly cut off all power.
In the darkness, warm liquid dripped onto my eyelids,
and I thought it was my own blood.
Until I heard his suppressed gasps—
The steel bar he had pried open was piercing through his palm.
“The Smart Firefighting System is locked.”
He pushed me into the last intact Cave.
In the cold light of the emergency lamp,
I saw the cover of the Michelin Guide peeking out from his white coat pocket,
On it were my annotations from when I was eighteen:
“The true Heat Level is in the palm, not in the sensors.”
At the moment the cellar door closed,
The sound of the torrential rain turned into a muffled thunder.
The Jade Spoon burned in my palm,
And suddenly I tasted salt—
Not blood,
But rainwater seeping through the cracks in the cellar roof,
Mixed with the taste of Shen Yanbai's blood from his palm.
The smartwatch popped up its last message in the darkness:
“Lin Wanyi's livestream room was banned for spreading false intangible cultural heritage.”
The flash of light cut a pale diamond shape on the countertop,
My fingers trembled slightly as I grasped the throat sensor.
Lin Wanyi brought over the Crab Roe Orange, glowing with an eerie orange light.
The smart tray displayed a constant temperature of 42.3℃—the critical value for maintaining the flavor of Molecular Cuisine.
“Please, Teacher Su, conduct a blind tasting.”
Her voice carried the sweet, trembling tone unique to live broadcasts, as the camera zoomed in on my bandaged right hand.
Shen Yanbai sat third at the judging panel, his metal-framed glasses reflecting a cold light, while the laptop on his lap displayed a fluctuating amino acid analysis chart.
The moment the porcelain spoon touched my lips, my throat suddenly vibrated.
The sensor converted the vibrations of my vocal cords into a cascade of data, exploding into blue and purple spots on the projection screen—this was the "Throat Bone Flavor Identification Method" my grandfather taught me before he passed away.
Sound waves oscillated violently at 279Hz frequency, corresponding to the unique molecular resonance of Monosodium Glutamate.
“The umami decay curve is abnormal!”
I ripped off the sensor and hurled it towards the plate,
the shards of the smart tableware splattering in front of the live stream camera.
"0.3 seconds of tail resonance disruption; you added double the flavor enhancer!"
Lin Wanyi's colored contact lenses glimmered with a cold, animalistic green under the bright lights.
Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, still raw from the burn, and pressed it against the scalding Clay Pot:
"Teacher Su can't taste it and resorts to slandering people?"
The smart temperature control system went haywire,
the infrared warning light on the edge of the Clay Pot flashing wildly.
As sharp pain surged from my palm to my heart,
Shen Yanbai's figure crashed through the Holographic Projection screen.
His swift motion to grab a kitchen knife and sever the power line mirrored exactly how he had slaughtered the soft-shelled turtle for me seven years ago.
Amidst the snow-like static of the interrupted live signal,
I caught sight of the Chen Pi fragments stuck to his lab coat collar—
the very thirty-year-old aged peel I had secretly mixed into his laboratory last night.
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