I transmigrated into the Primordial World as one of the first humans Nuwa molded from clay. From the start, I was nothing but food for the Demon Clan. Talk about hell mode.
At the critical moment, I bound myself to the Myriad Heavens Gourmet Chef System. The dishes I cook can boost cultivation and grant insights into the laws!
Cultivation is too slow, and fighting for supremacy is too dangerous. We humans are going to conquer the world with food!
“Fellow humans, don't be afraid of the Demon Clan! Let's open a restaurant and turn them all into our customers!”
And so, the most unbelievable restaurant appeared on the Primordial Continent.
Want a bowl of “Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow Soup”? Taiyi and Dijun have to line up obediently at the door. Want to cut in? No chance!
Want to try “Sashimi of the Great Dao's Laws”? Even the Three Pure Ones have to be polite as they argue over who gets served first.
Houtu wants “Reincarnation Hot Pot”? Then she'll have to trade for it with the origin of the Netherworld!
Before Hongjun merged with the Dao, he got hungry and tried to sneak in for a free meal. I sent him packing with a smack from my ladle.
“So what if you're the Heavenly Dao? Even the Heavenly Dao has to pay for its food!”
The Demon Clan wants to eat humans? Sorry, they're too busy waiting in line for my dishes. Who would dare lay a hand on the chef's fellow humans?
Nuwa looked at the weak humans she had created, now the most transcendent power in the Primordial World, with every mighty being forced to heed their wishes. She couldn't help falling into deep thought.
“Did I... add a little New Oriental seasoning to the clay back then?”