[Dual heroines] [Li Yi, the timid, cowardly, weak-lunged, frail little crybaby sister] [Zhu Qian, the ghost-chef big sister whose cooking is consistently reliable and who dares to eat anything she makes]
Li Yi: Sister Qian, is this safe to eat?
In front of her sat a bowl of vegetables fried until they were pitch black. It was impossible to tell whether they were made with vegetables or meat.
Zhu Qian: Don’t worry, Xiao Yi. I already ate half a bowl before bringing it to you. It tastes great. Trust me.
Li Yi picked up her chopsticks and put a small bite in her mouth. Before she could even taste it, her eyes rolled back, her legs kicked out, and she fell straight over. She had been poisoned.
From then on, the sect was rife with rumors that Zhu Qian was the Ghost Chef of the Chaoxia Sect: eating her cooking could make you see ghosts at best, or send you straight to the King of Hell at worst.
One day, Li Yi had recovered enough to take a walk in the courtyard when Zhu Qian brought out another new dish.
Zhu Qian: Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi, I’ve come up with a nourishing new dish. It has more than a dozen kinds of precious spirit-beast meat and spirit herbs. Come and try it!
Looking at the beautiful colors of the dish, Li Yi nodded. She would trust Sister Qian one more time. Surely she wouldn’t hurt her.
This time, Li Yi ate more than half the plate. She didn’t faint, but her entire body broke out in blisters the size of fingertips. She had been poisoned again.
The third time…
The fourth time…
The countless time…
Zhu Qian was either cooking or out looking for ingredients.
Li Yi was either poisoned or on her way to getting poisoned.
At last, one day, Li Yi ate Zhu Qian’s cooking and wasn’t poisoned. Instead, she drew qi into her body, beginning her path of cultivation.
That night, Zhu Qian cooked a huge pot of dishes whose names were impossible to guess to celebrate. The two of them ate…and lost all sense of the world around them.
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking