As a modern super chef, Lin Huan's last perception was the broken windshield in the car accident.
When he opened his eyes again, he became Lin Tianyi, a dying beggar from Doushan Xuanzhou.
A vicious dog on the street was snatching food. He smashed the broken bowl out of reflex and slit the dog's throat with porcelain shards.
"You little brat actually knows how to kill?" The old beggar's pupils shrank suddenly in the shadow.
That night, the remaining memories of this body erupted like a volcano: the mother was forced to hang herself, and the family took away the inherited fire.
There was a sudden burning pain in the palm of my hand, and a wisp of third-grade heavenly fire pierced the darkness - the original owner's deposed natal fire was finally extinguished.
The symphony of kitchen knives and mysterious fire is about to sweep across the entire Doushan Continent.
