Ever since I ordered a bowl of spicy hot pot, the whole sect thinks I'm a hidden master.
One moment, she was an overworked orphan who died suddenly after working 996 hours; the next, she had become the long-lost daughter of the sect leader of a struggling cultivation sect. Her parents were loving but had wildly overactive imaginations, and the sect was poor but had plenty of land. She was also bound to a wondrous passageway: the door to her bedroom led to a modern-day rented apartment.
And so things started going off the rails...
Instant coffee became “bitter dew of enlightenment,” heat packs became “Nine Suns Warm Jade,” and the crosstalk playing through her Bluetooth earbuds became a “heart demon slayer.” The entire sect was convinced she was a hidden master, and her parents were her biggest fans.
Looking at the takeout and Taobao goods that everyone was wildly misinterpreting, Lin Wanwan fell into thought: Maybe... I should just play along?
From then on, the cultivation world gained a mysterious brand: Wanwan's Picks.
Others cultivated through talent; she relied on Meituan and Taobao.
Others forged their own magical treasures; she got free shipping from Pinduoduo.
Others refined pills over a furnace; she had self-heating hot pot.
When an ancient crisis descended and the passage between the two worlds teetered on the brink of collapse...
Wanwan silently opened her shopping cart. “Dad, Mom, can we use a UV sterilizing lamp to fight the boss? Do we have enough in the budget?”
This is a lighthearted story about restoring a sect and protecting two worlds with takeout and deliveries, all while being spoiled rotten by one's parents.
The content is novel, but why can't the protagonist cultivate immortality and keep working hard? If he has this skill, he might as well take things and sell them in modern times and become a rich woman.
Just watch without thinking, but the Bluetooth headset... I can't stand it anymore, bye bye