[Secret identities, comedy, multiple male leads, sweet romance]
Su Ling transmigrates into a cultivation novel as a disposable character about to be drained of her spiritual essence. Faced with a cultivation world where everyone works themselves to the bone, she decides to lie flat and hide in the most humble spiritual cuisine kitchen. All she wants is to cook for a living and enjoy her meals in peace. But her barbecue gives an elder a nosebleed, her noodles chase the fiercely competitive senior brother all over the mountain, and a soup she casually whips up shatters the aloof prodigy’s Daoist heart.
From then on, her kitchen becomes the center of attention in all three realms. The quiet sword cultivator senior brother always happens to be passing by when she gets into trouble, while the sharp-tongued alchemy senior brother insults her even as he licks his plate clean.
An exotic aroma fills the spiritual cuisine kitchen, driving away every bird and beast. Su Ling nervously sets down a plate of golden-coated, jade-black stinky spiritual tofu.
Su Ling (sheepishly): “A-a new dish. Would you… like to try it?”
Ling Xu (taking it expressionlessly and finishing it): “Not bad.” (Privately: Block all five senses. Keep your Daoist heart steady as a rock.)
Mo Yan (looking disgusted, swallowing it like a doomed man, tears streaming from the heat): “…It packs a punch. Use less ‘seasoning’ next time.”
Su Ling (eyes brimming with tears): A kindred spirit! He must appreciate it!
In the distance, the two big shots glare at each other, their eyes locked in battle: He actually held it down? I absolutely cannot lose!
When Su Ling uses an old pot to prepare a farewell banquet infused with the Dao, even the divine tortoise from the back mountain comes over for a bite.
After eating and drinking their fill, the giant tortoise suddenly speaks:
“Hmm… I smell the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Venerable.”
The dining table falls silent.
Su Ling looks at the aloof, snow-cold senior brother on her left, then at the enchanting alchemy senior brother on her right, and slowly pulls out a crumpled little notebook.
“You two, let’s put the secret identities aside for now.”
“Shouldn’t you settle your meal bills for the past few years?”
