Huang Yan woke up and traveled to a prehistoric world filled with smoke and smoke! When other people travel through time, they either hold ancient artifacts or have the blood of the Chosen One. No matter how bad they are, they can still hold on to the mysterious system. But what about me? As soon as he opened his eyes, there was a gleaming kitchen knife stuck in his forehead! This thing is really good at chopping meat in the vegetable market, but in this ancient world where all the great gods rely on magic weapons and spells to fight, what use can it have? Could it be that you want me to use it to cut peaches, chop dragon liver and phoenix marrow to improve the food?
What are other people's mottos: "Thirty years to the east of Hedong, thirty years to the west of Hexi..."
Can I just shout: "Come to chop vegetables, do you want to try my ancient cuisine?"
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Delicate writing style, blend of scenes, and novel ideas
Delicate writing style, blend of scenes, and novel ideas