He was a chef, fired for speaking out against pre-made meals with undisclosed ingredients.
On the day he was fired, his grandfather's old cleaver cut Chen Mo's hand.
His blood fell onto a cookbook, and a System prompt appeared: "The Spirit Chef inheritance has been activated."
His egg fried rice made a distraught programmer burst into tears on the spot, saying, "I miss my mom."
His lamb soup made a punk whose powers had gone out of control kneel on the ground and say, "I owe you my life."
One serving of his sweet and sour pork tenderloin prompted a girl with anorexia to pick up her chopsticks for the first time.
No one knew what he put in his dishes.
Only Chen Mo knew it wasn't seasoning. It was something his grandfather had paid for with his life.
Eternal Life Technology had its eye on him.
The Pure Food Society had tracked him to the Jiang family.
They thought he was just a chef.
They didn't know that the rusty cleaver in his hand was called Truthbreaker.
It could see through every falsehood.
And cut through every concealed truth.
Night lay heavy over Deep Blue City.
But Chen Mo's blade was colder than the night.
And so began the story of a chef...
