After my spiritual energy recovered, my "crow's mouth" became a big killer in the world - I complained about Party A's baldness, and he was diagnosed with alopecia areata the next day; I complained about the crowded subway, and the line was repaired that night. In order not to harm the common people, I hid back in my ancestral home and opened a restaurant. The customers are very weird: the red-haired uncle spits fire to light up after finishing the hot pot, and the sister in the white dress floats away after eating. It wasn't until the boss who had robbed me stood in the doorway and ordered with a cold face: "Steamed black beasts, stir-fried Qiongqi, and a bowl of... The longevity noodles that lock you in." Later I realized that I was of the bloodline of the ancient God of Cookery, and what I cooked was not a dish, but a seal to suppress these ferocious beasts. And this overlord is the awakened Qinglong Divine Lord. He touched me because the spiritual energy riots in the world can only be calmed down by my side - to be precise, in my pot.
