Luo Baiwei, the ancestor of the food cultivator, was struck by a tribulation thunder. Instead of turning him into an immortal, he was turned into a arrogant and willful 14-year-old girl on a third-class colonial star who had just committed suicide. Looking at the desert of taste buds filled with nutrient solutions and synthetic pills, Patriarch Luo felt sad - this is the regression of civilization!
She originally wanted to use her status as a poor young lady to cook quietly, but her skills were too earth-shattering. The Qingxin Pills that I made casually were regarded as "special medicine for mental disorders"; the foundation-building soup that I made unintentionally became the "original solution of genetic evolution".
From then on, her kitchen style was weird: the Imperial Marshal was working as a security guard, just asking for a vodka to suppress the spiritual storm; the Zerg Queen, her mortal enemy, blocked the door with a starship every day, just to order flower cakes that could purify her bloodline. As for those mutated star beasts that make people fearful? Ancestor Luo weighed the spatula—tsk, it's just a top-notch ingredient that runs faster and is meatier.
With one pot and one spoon, she enters the Tao with taste, adjusts the stars, and tastes the stars. However, the mess left by the original owner is a bit troublesome: the eye-catching 33% fertility has attracted countless coveters, and the seemingly unexpected spaceship "accident"...
Luo Baiwei waved the spatula and smiled: It seems that it is time to teach this boring star a lesson with delicious food.
It's a brainless and cool article. If you don't like it, please exit directly. A kind word will warm you in three winters, but a bad word will hurt you in June. It's a non-professional writer who just writes to satisfy his own fantasies.
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Many ingredients are changed on the system. Are your relatives or others not confused?
Many ingredients are changed on the system. Are your relatives or others not confused?