I Make Scallion Pancakes, and the Poetess Stole My Home

I'm Chen Wangwei, the former God of Cuisine in the Heavenly Court. Tired of preparing imperial feasts for the Jade Emperor, I descended to the mortal realm and set up a jianbing stall in Qingfeng City. I sell just twenty servings a day, then close up once they're gone.

I only wanted to live quietly as a slacker, until the day Shi Yutang, the cultivation world's number-one talented woman and aloof Poetry Immortal, descended before my stall on auspicious clouds.

She wasn't there to preach or take on a disciple. Blushing, she asked, "Boss, one jianbing with two eggs and extra scallions, please."

I thought she was just an ordinary foodie. I never expected her to rent a courtyard right across from my stall just so she could eat my jianbing every day, calling it "experiencing the ordinary pleasures of life."

Even more absurdly, she wrote a hundred poems about my jianbing, causing a huge stir in the cultivation world. Everyone thought she had "fallen into depravity."

Then one day, someone from the Heavenly Court knelt before my stall. "Lord God of Cuisine, the Jade Emperor says that if you don't come back, he'll cancel the Peach Banquet."

The Poetry Immortal bit into her jianbing, utterly stunned. "Y-You're the God of Cuisine?!"

Me: "What did you think you were eating, ordinary jianbing? That's just something I threw together for the staff."

Later, the entire cultivation world knew that the Poetry Immortal hadn't latched onto some ordinary man's coattails. She'd found the man who once prepared imperial feasts for the Jade Emperor.