My name is Lin Yi. I'm 28 years old, with a doctorate in ancient agricultural science, and my soul has traveled into a future world where flavor determines social class.
Eighty percent of this place is wasteland. Ordinary people eat tasteless nutrient paste, while the rich can enjoy hundreds of flavors.
I'm a Class D "taste-impaired" person who can't even tell sweet from salty. I'm always at risk of being eliminated.
By chance, I discover an ancestral secret art of ancient farming that can awaken dormant soil and seeds.
The moment my fingertips touch the ground, dead trees bloom again. The crops I grow carry fragrant memories that bring people to tears.
Others rely on chips to distinguish flavors. I let the land speak. The whole city is under lockdown, yet I sell wild vegetables for a fortune.
When they discover that the rice I grow can awaken childhood memories, the entire food conglomerate begins hunting me down.
From secret plots in the wasteland to the dark web of the oasis, I use a single seed to pry open the walls between social classes.
One day, I will make it so that everyone in this world can taste what is true.
