The Gatekeeper of Mythical Beasts: I Open a Small Restaurant in the Fantasy World

In a fantasy world where warriors split mountains with their fists and cut rivers with side kicks, a small restaurant has become a tacit "holy place" for all top warriors. Countless powerful people who have changed the world are willing to temper their sharp edges and line up obediently, just to have a tongue-in-cheek feast. The dishes here subvert imaginations: phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice are stir-fried together, and every grain of rice is wrapped in aura. The spring of life is infused with vermilion fruits, and a sip of strong wine can burn away the wounds of old. Even the fine meat of the ninth-level martial beast is only sprinkled with a little black pepper and grilled to create a burnt aroma. Want to kidnap the chef? First, I asked the tenth-level divine beast Cerberus who was napping at the door if he would agree; not to mention that beside the chef, there was an "iron lump" assistant who could crush a ninth-level martial master with one hand. Behind the chef, a group of fanatical followers who are captured by their taste buds and whose fighting power is unfathomable have already gathered.