In her previous life, she ate herself to death. Lin Xiu died at three in the morning in an office building, her stomach stuffed with takeout and her heart utterly empty. KPIs, cutthroat competition, and anxiety had drained her dry, turning delicious food from a comfort into an anesthetic. When she opened her eyes again, she was a little girl in a declining martial world sect called the Rusted Sword Sect. She was also named Lin Xiu, and the only thing she could do was burn porridge.
This time, she would eat her way to the top. In this world, the Path of Flavor stood alongside the Path of Qi. The finest cuisine could nourish meridians, soothe inner demons, and even lead to enlightenment and breakthroughs. Lin Xiu discovered that her tongue, dulled by countless additives in her previous life and then reborn, could actually “taste” the qi of all things: the age of firewood, the source of spring water, the joys and sorrows of ingredients, and even the flavor of the human heart.
