The Whole Fairy World Has Been Led Astray by My Recipe

[Vest, funny, multiple male protagonists, sweet story] Su Yao traveled to study immortal literature and became cannon fodder who was about to be harvested. Faced with the world of self-cultivation, which was full of life and death, she decisively lay down and hid in the most miserable spiritual food shop, just wanting to make a living by relying on her crafts. Unexpectedly, she used barbecue to make the elder's nose bleed, the noodles she made chased Senior Brother Juan Wang all over the mountain, and the soup she cooked made the aloof Tianjiao's heart collapse. From then on, her stove became the focus of the three worlds. The silent Brother Jianxiu always passed by to save her when her car overturned, and the poisonous Brother Danxiu licked the plate while cursing. The spiritual food shop was shrouded in strange fragrance, and the birds and beasts disappeared. Su Yao tremblingly brought out the smelly tofu dressed in gold and black jade. Su Yao (feeling guilty): "New, new product, how about... Try it?" Lingxu (accepted it with an expressionless face and finished eating): "It's okay." (Secretly: Close the five senses, and the Taoist mind is as stable as an old dog.) Mo Yan (with a look of disgust on his face, swallowed it as if he were dead, and burst into tears): "... It's good enough. Use less 'stuff' next time." Su Yao (with tears in her eyes): Good friend! This must be appreciated! In the distance, the two bosses looked at each other in the distance, their eyes locked: He actually held back? I/I must never lose! When Su Yao used an ancient pot to make a teacher-appreciation banquet with Taoist charm, even the sacred turtles from the back mountain came to eat. After having enough wine and food, the giant turtle suddenly uttered human words: "Hmm... I can smell the scent of the Immortal Lord and the Demon Lord." The table fell silent for a moment. Su Yao looked at the cold and snow-cold sword cultivator brother on the left, and then at the evil-looking alchemy cultivator brother on the right, and slowly took out a small crumpled notebook. "Boy, let the ones in vests go first." "Should we settle the living expenses of the past few years?"