My name is Li Yi. I’m a chef, and when I’m not at work, I’m a chubby homebody. But one morning, I died on my way to get a divorce and became the legendary dead fatty.
Now, for some inexplicable reason, Lady Houtu has taken a liking to me and made me her disciple. According to the big-mouthed Ox-Head and Horse-Face, she accepted me only because I died on top of one of her proposals, a proposal about the fragments of the Primordial World.
A proposal about fragments of the Primordial World? What does that have to do with me? My dream for the afterlife is to become a blade of wild grass. I won’t have to struggle in the adult world for those bosses anymore. Houses, cars, the whole lot can go to hell. I just want to be a blade of grass, get eaten by cattle or sheep, turn into a pile of shit, and start my next life.
