When others travel through Douluo, their martial souls are either dragons or phoenixes, and their soul power is innately full. But I, Lin Mo, have a martial soul that is just an ordinary spatula, and my soul skill is cooking! I was ridiculed by the whole continent as the most useless auxiliary soul master, but I used a bowl of egg fried rice to make Sword Douluo break through the bottleneck, a jar of turbid wine to make the Silver Dragon King bow his head to protect me, and a piece of osmanthus cake to attract the gods to kill me! When Tang San was practicing hard on Poseidon Island, Wuhun Palace spent all its treasury just to reserve my banquet. Poseidon Island was willing to exchange the artifact for a snack from me. In the end, when Tang San thought he could become a god by defeating Wuhun Palace, he was horrified to find that at the top of the continent's power, I was holding a spatula and smiling: "Little Tang San, try the God-killing Mapo Tofu?"
I can only say it's okay