Honghuang: Boss, This Is Really Not a Black Shop.

Traveling through the wilderness, with neither the footwork nor the cultivation, and even the system was an unreliable "Supreme Food Stall System", Shi Xiu had no choice but to open a food stall at the foot of the Great Wilderness Mountain. Unexpectedly, a portion of egg-fried rice with only half an egg sold for a thousand years actually sold 3,000 portions in one day; A plate of stir-fried gourds sold for 300,000 years of cultivation, but demand exceeds supply; A small bowl of lotus root soup almost turned Sanqing into enemies. A small Shiji food stall caused unpredictable changes in the ancient times. Seeing the rows of powerful people eating at the short and small dining table, Shi Xiu panicked a little - would he be beaten to death if he opened a black shop like this? Finally one day, a man named Kong Xuan came to the door: Shi Xiu! How dare you make my descendants of the Phoenix Clan into fried rice with eggs! Di Jun muttered while licking the skewers: Hey, I never thought that Bai Ze, the great demon of our clan, would be reduced to mutton skewers... Emma, ​​it tastes so good! Shi Xiu: Don't eat gunpowder! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.