After transmigrating, Feng Jinhua worked hard to cultivate and became a renowned immortal master. But before she could enjoy the thrill of reaching the highest level, she was told her time was almost up.
The good news was that she could be reborn in a new body and start cultivating all over again.
The bad news was that this new body was only twelve years old, not even five feet tall, and as tiny as a little bean.
In her little-bean body, she rejoined the sect she had founded, took one bite of a bland, tasteless pill, and flew into a rage.
It hadn’t even been a hundred years, and the sect’s kitchen had already gone completely to pot!
Feng Jinhua, whose tastes had been spoiled by modern cuisine, bustled into the back courtyard, climbed onto a stool, and started stir-frying.
Soon, a mouthwatering aroma wafted through the sect, making everyone’s appetite stir.
From then on, Feng Jinhua became a legendary disciple, opening up a whole new path in cultivation through her cooking.
For instance, when Elder A bestowed a precious treasure on Disciple B, the delighted disciple would take it to Feng Jinhua to use as an ingredient.
Or when Elder C bestowed a rare pill on Disciple D, the disciple would bring the pill bottle to Feng Jinhua and beg her to turn it into a spicy hot pot flavor.
Sometimes, during the sect’s rising-star tournament, Feng Jinhua would tie up her opponent and start grilling skewers right in front of them, forcing them to surrender.
The First Elder’s expression grew complicated: The way this little disciple climbed a tree to steal bird eggs looked strangely familiar.
The Second Elder began to reminisce: Her skill at weaving grass cages to catch grasshoppers was quite impressive, too.
The Third Elder fell into nostalgic silence: This revered self misses their master.
The Fourth Elder’s mouth twitched: ...Are you all really blind, or just pretending?
Then one day, one of Feng Jinhua’s terrible former disciples came storming in, shouting that he wanted revenge. She kicked him so hard he tumbled more than a dozen times.
Clutching his backside, the former disciple stared at her in horror: That move feels so familiar!
Feng Jinhua cracked her knuckles, smiling without warmth: My dear disciple,
