Foodie's Journey to Immortality: I Used a Wok to Fry and Renovate the Immortal World

Food anchor Su Wanwan's career ended in a live broadcast accident - she choked to death after eating too hard. When she opened her eyes again, she became a ray of consciousness in the mother's womb in the world of immortality. I thought that traveling through time was a blessing, but it turned out that people here only eat three kinds of things: bigu pill, spiritual fruit, and spiritual honey. No more. The milk and fruits are as light as chewing wax, and the spiritual honey is so sweet that you doubt life. As a blogger who once conquered millions of fans with his delicious food, this life is hard to live. When she was three years old, she secretly cooked a roast chicken for the first time and was almost caught by an outer disciple. At the age of five, she finally let her parents taste the first mouthful of hot soup - that night, her father's five-year stagnation in cultivation was loosened. From then on, the fragrance of Gu's courtyard continued to flow. Stir-fried Lingmi, and the best Lingmi Pills will condense at the bottom of the pot; stew Linglu, and three Qi and Blood Pills will be brewed in one pot. The elders lined up to eat, and the sect leader stayed there in person. The Qingyun Sect was suddenly transformed from a third-rate sect into a top-notch second-rate sect. Until one day, a domineering fragrance broke through the mountain guarding formation. Lord Transformation God Li Hansheng, the youngest top boss in the world of immortality, has been cold and ruthless for eight hundred years. It was the first time he stopped for a woman - to be precise, he jumped over the wall for the bubbling Buddha in her pot. "Girl, are you selling this soup?" "Not for sale." "Then... I want both the person and the pot." Before Wanwan could react, the boss took the pot back to Hanyin Valley. Later, the entire world of immortal cultivators went crazy - not for anything else but because of the ruthless Lord Transformation who appeared at the kitchen door on time every day and said the most unpromising words with the coldest expression: "I want to eat the braised one today."