When Lu Qinghuan was going through the golden elixir tribulation, all he could think about was braised pork, so he was struck down by thunder.
Heaven's judgment: "The immortal flavor is not enough, and the fireworks in the world are not over." She was punished to open a small restaurant, realize the human touch, and save enough to retake the exam.
So there is a "Qinghuan Restaurant" at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. There are only home-cooked dishes on the menu, but everyone who has tried it feels uncomfortable——
The sword cultivator who was trapped in love drank a bowl of red bean porridge, and the knot that had been tied to him for ten years was untied, and his sword energy soared three hundred miles into the sky. An old monk who had been away from home for forty years broke through after eating a bowl of Yangchun noodles and ran home crying to see his mother. The chief disciple of the Taixu Sect, who has been practicing Qingqing Dao for twenty-seven years, was eaten by a piece of braised pork and cried. After returning to the mountain, he announced: "I want to eat."
The most outrageous thing is Yun Qi, the first-class immortal chef who has been unable to taste for three hundred years. When he put down a plate of glutinous rice chicken and said two words: "Salty." From then on, he stayed at the restaurant and became a free bodyguard and food tester.
The guests are each more strange than the other, and the dishes are more mysterious than the last. Lu Qinghuan finally discovered that what she was cooking was not the food - it was the forgotten people, the buried things, and the thoughts that were suppressed in her heart and she dared not touch them.
And all of this points to the fallen God of Cookery thousands of years ago, and an ancient existence that made a living by devouring emotions.
"Food conveys emotions, and taste preaches the message." Fireworks in the world can rival the coldness of thousands of years.
