Any dish prepared with precise timing, proportions of ingredients and spices is capable of astonishing the imagination with a delicious flavor. But not every chef can create something so unique that the taste will remain in the memory for a long time, causing a desire to try this dish again, in an attempt to satisfy gastronomic hunger. Jiaoqiu, for his part, was just such a chef, capable of culinary delights to satisfy the most demanding tastes.

You were even luckier: your close relationship with Jiaoqiu allowed you to savor these dishes at will. As a self-respecting cook and healer, it was important to him that you eat healthy and, most importantly, delicious food. And, of course, he didn't forget to experiment with food, though you had no idea how unusual and perhaps strange these experiments were.

Jiaoqiu undoubtedly assumed that you would be surprised if one day the main course for dinner was you: your body, taking its place in the center of the set table, lying on the soft tablecloth in the dim light of the lamp. He expected the touch of cold metal on your delicate skin to give him goosebumps, and for you to hold your breath, looking at him with a look of either horror or humility. At that moment, all of Jiaoqiu's senses were heightened to the extreme: his hearing was catching your every breath, and his sense of smell was picking up the subtle scent of your body, mixed with a touch of desire.

"You're not cold, are you?" murmured Jiaoqiu, not taking his eyes off you. Slowly, he walked along the table, holding in his hand the sharp-sharpened knife he usually used to cut meat with. "It must be warm in here. It's always hot in the kitchen when I'm cooking," the man chuckled.