Transmigrate to the Immortal Realm, Where My Life Hangs on a Spatula

I’m Su Zhouzhou, the 9,527th kitchen hand in the Immortal Sect’s dining hall.

Here, a kitchen maid’s life is worth less than grass. If the food doesn’t suit someone’s taste, she’ll be “dealt with.” The food System bound to me does nothing but make empty promises: “Dear, work hard at cooking and you can go home and become a rich woman.” But the very first dish I made from its recipe gave three senior brothers diarrhea for three days.