Cooking for a seven-year-old girl with a mutated [Abyssal Gluttony Stomach] wasn’t the same as cooking a regular family dinner.
As Grandpa Yao carried a forty-pound slab of frost-marbled Hundred-Year Spirit-Boar Belly and a basket of glowing Golden-Yolk Phoenix Eggs onto the kitchen counter. Gu Changsheng opened the medical analysis tab of [Dad’s Plot-Spoiler Notebook].
“Look at the corrosion scan on her stomach lining, Grandpa Yao,” Gu Changsheng said, his cleaver already moving in a rhythmic. Blinding blur across the boar belly—chock-chock-chock-chock-chock—slicing five hundred uniform, quarter-inch cubes of three-layered pork in ten seconds flat. “For seven years, her Abyssal Gluttony physique has been starving for high-density origin energy.
Because the Supreme Sword Sect only fed her toxic black sulfur ore, her stomach acid mutated into an abyssal vortex that dissolves ordinary food before it even touches her meridians.”
Grandpa Yao peered over his spectacles at the glowing blue diagram of Tuntun’s tiny stomach and hissed through his teeth.
“Merciful heavens,” the old Pill-Saint muttered, his hands flying over his herb cabinet to pull out stalks of Nine-Leaf Stomach-Warming Jade Grass and Hundred-Year Snow-Lotus Root. “If we feed her ordinary Rank 4 spirit-rice or standard healing pills right now. That abyssal whirlpool in her belly will crush the spiritual qi into raw heat without repairing a single torn blood vessel!
