"How dare the fire girl say that my Buddha jumping over the wall was cooked in corpse oil?" When the cold-faced chef pinched the back of her neck, Su Xiaochu was chewing on his sleeves with hunger - he had just seen through the past lives of the ingredients with the eyes of the food spirit, and now he wanted to eat even the stove.
From a fugitive on the cutting board to a wanted criminal in the kitchen, she holds the golden finger in her left hand that can spy on the memory of ingredients, and drags the vicious-tongued master who always wants to destroy the crime scene with her right hand. In a fantasy world where magic mushrooms can talk and roast duck can survive disasters, she has forced eight major chefs to use a pot of stew.
On the day when the God of Cookery's edict came down from the ninth heaven, she held the last half of the cooking cake in her mouth and chuckled: "They say that a gentleman lives far away from the kitchen, but I want to be in charge of the sparks and fire in the world."
