I, Chen Fan, a night shift worker who was almost fired from KFC, picked up Nezha who had lost his memory.
He doesn't want to be the God of War, he just wants to be the God of Cooking.
"My divine power is not for fighting, but just to make this bowl of rice more delicious."
——This is the most arrogant "immortal on the run" declaration in the heavenly court's arrest warrant.
My name is Chen Fan, and my goal in life was to "not be late for clocking in, and not to be late at the end of the month." Until I was in the corridor and bumped into a dirty child holding my family heirloom - which was actually Huntian Ling.
Aunt Wang exclaimed: "Isn't this Nezha?!"
After being forced to take in this amnesiac prodigy, I found that although he had forgotten who he was, his instincts were still there: Samadhi True Fire warmed milk tea, the Universe Circle served as a Frisbee, and the red silk ribbon automatically bound people.
The day I was fired, I suddenly thought: "Let's open our own restaurant!"
Thus, "Wuweixuan" opened.
He used magical powers to cook, and I used lies to smooth things over. Wangyou Zhajiang Noodles can really heal a broken heart, and Courage Xiao Long Bao can really make people stand up. We became the "abnormal problem solving center" of the street.
Until the mysterious diner came to the door and showed the heavenly token: "Nezha, return to his place, or erase."
I looked behind me at the adults and mothers queuing up to buy breakfast, the children poking their heads, and the regulars with red eyes - they still didn't know that their favorite little chef was a god.
Now, Heaven wants to take him away.
As a mortal, I just want to ask:
"You gods... Can you control the fireworks in the world?"
