Zhan Dao Chef God

Jiang Ran, a master at the Chinese state banquet level, was poisoned and his soul traveled to another world, becoming the lowest-ranking fire-headed soldier in the prison. My father was wronged and was sentenced to death within three days. There is no way to reverse the verdict, and murderous intent is everywhere. Until he discovered that the cooking skills of his previous life had another mystery in this world—— The skill of the knife can cut off the meridians of a monk, the fire can refine the energy of heaven and earth, and the five flavors can mess up the mind of a person. A bowl of wontons can make a swordsman break through, and a clear soup can impress Dan Zong. When Jiange Sword Immortal asked him what path he cultivated, he wiped his kitchen knife: "I don't practice any Taoism. I'm just a cook." "But the gods also have to pay for my food."