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My name is Zhou Huohuo, a five-star rider who has been delivering food for three years with zero bad reviews. I don't have any skills, I just have a good nose. Being able to smell the inner strength in someone's body is like smelling which restaurant added half a pound more chili pepper to their stir-fries. Originally, I planned to deliver food safely for the rest of my life - until that night, I received a ghost order with a delivery fee of 999. I climbed up bravely and saw two warriors fighting to the death on the rooftop. A thousand-year-old red fruit accidentally fell into my mouth. After that, my life completely went astray: the hand gestures for carrying takeout became the bag-carrying skill, the action for placing lunch boxes became the box palm, and I could even hand out a takeaway with sword energy. Trouble also came. The Jiusehui is eyeing my nose, and the four guardians are chasing me all over the city; there is also an elusive boss who is holding back a big game of chess - he wants to use the lives of all the masters in the city to become a saint himself. Others rely on the system to travel through time, but I rely on my passion and a good nose. Later I figured it out: the food delivery people are the guardians of this world. No one can give me a bad review on this order. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.