"I, Su Xiaoxiao, am in the luxury catalog of the imperial capital's socialite circle. My life creed is 'the kitchen is the most important place, and rich people don't have to enter it'!" Until she put on an apron for the first time in her life for a bet, and looked at the smoking spatula as if she were facing a formidable enemy. She wanted to fry tomatoes and eggs to fool her, but the moment the oil temperature lost control, the heat wave enveloped the spatula - she was wearing it. When he opened his eyes again, he was facing the audition scene of "Kyushu on the Tip of the Tongue" from another world. The judges looked at her charred "work" and jumped at the table: "This is... The long-lost 'Burned Incense Tempering Technique'! The God of Cooking is in front of me!" Su Xiaoxiao: "???" However, the original owner of the body was actually a descendant of the down-and-out God of Cooking who was burdened with huge debts. On the left is a shabby little restaurant passed down by ancestors, and on the right are celebrity chefs from all over the world who are eyeing it. In order to survive, she can only rely on modern memory and a vicious kitchen god system to launch a hilarious counterattack in a different world. When others use internal force to knead dough, she uses physical formulas to calculate gluten; when others make century-old soup, she serves up molecular cooking foam. Su Xiaoxiao raised her middle finger to the sky: "Oh my god, I just cooked a dish!"
