I often see a saying: You are passionate about justice woven into movies and TV shows, but indifferent to the deaths of lives around you; you shed tears over fictional plots but turn a blind eye to real suffering. In Stephen Chow's "The God of Cookery," it has long been depicted: You are watching alien dissections, while behind the scenes, someone is constantly harvesting your lives. Only when you realize and rise up to resist do you find out that the aliens are actually your own people!