From the Start, I Found a Divine Pot

Jiang Yueheng transmigrated.

She went from being a pastry chef in training for state banquets to a third-class citizen on a garbage planet in the interstellar age, surviving each day on half a tube of “motor-oil-flavored mouthwash.”

Then she found a pot.

A bronze pot that called itself Lord Pot, was picky and sharp-tongued, and liked using “Tantan” as its alarm clock.

From then on, her life went completely off the rails.

While others struggle to survive in the wasteland, she rummages through mountains of garbage. “This circuit board has pure energy, that moss is full of life… Lord Pot, what kind of spirit power would you like to eat today?”

While others are chased by mutant beasts, she calmly holds up the pot. “Pot shield, protect me! Wait, Lord Pot, why have you run out of power again?!”

While others fight over energy, she stares at the angular, crackling “three-edged grass” in her vegetable garden, lost in thought. “Could this stuff… really not be used as a high-voltage fence?”

Later…

The interstellar marshal drinks her Five Elements Spirit-Nourishing Soup and immediately goes from a mental-power rampage to peacefully falling asleep on the spot.

The whole universe is talking: There’s a chef on the garbage planet you don’t want to mess with. Her food can save lives, her vegetables give off electricity, and the pot she carries… can talk back.

At this moment, Jiang Yueheng is puzzling over the newly unlocked recipe, “Meteorite Stir-Fry.”

“Lord Pot, should I add the asteroid belt first, or sprinkle in a little black hole as cumin?”

Lord Pot: “…I suggest you buy yourself an insurance policy first and name me as the beneficiary.”