After transforming into the good-for-nothing junior sister in the novel about cultivating immortals, I awakened my foodie bloodline. While other fellow students were cultivating hard, I was cooking hot pot in the back mountain, but my cultivation was slowly improving.
Until one day, a snow-white mythical beast cub fell in front of my pot, holding the bowl in its mouth and refusing to leave. Immediately afterwards, the sect-protecting beasts and mountain-suppressing auspicious beasts lined up to have a meal, and even the ancestor's mount rebelled.
The master who once abandoned me like a pair of worn-out shoes begged me to come back and become the favor of the regiment. I "boiled" the sect's treasure with my backhand and gave it to the cub of the mythical beast as a snack. The legendary master of the mythical beast who had been living without food for thousands of years finally appeared, cornered me in the kitchen, and said in a cold voice with a hint of forbearance:
"You have fed my people, now, is it my turn?"
On the contract he handed me, my name in my previous life was clearly written on it - the first god of cooking in the world who once single-handedly destroyed the entire diet of the mythical beasts.
