As for Motan…
"Heh, you can rest easy."
With exceptional ease, he leaned back against the chair, casually patting Laisa's thigh while chuckling, "I am a man who has personally tasted the flames of hell. Mere mortal-level 'bad cooking skills' are not even worth mentioning to me. Even if you confused salt for sugar, or mistakenly poured soy sauce instead of white vinegar, as long as the impact is less than that of 31gTNT, my taste buds won't be shaken in the slightest."
Halfway through their walk, Wei Yang looked back in confusion and asked, "What is '31 grams TNT equivalent'?"
Jun Wu, who had some knowledge in this area, gave a dry laugh and explained, "It refers to the power of an explosion. Simply put, the force of a nuclear weapon's explosion is roughly equivalent to 20 million tons of TNT, and the 31 grams TNT equivalent he just mentioned… Hmm, it's about the power of an anti-infantry mine's explosion."
"You keep boasting."
