I'm Not a Culinary God
Everyone laughs at Fan Sili, a pathetic live-in son-in-law who delivers takeout. They call him a good-for-nothing freeloader with no prospects. His mother-in-law despises him, his wife treats him with cold indifference, and his relatives and romantic rivals mock him without restraint.
No one knows that this quiet, long-suffering delivery rider trained under a reclusive master chef who once cooked for state banquets. His culinary skills are second to none, he understands the very essence of ingredients, and he is an expert at designing restaurant operations.
He keeps a low profile and willingly endures life as a live-in son-in-law, asking only for a quiet, steady life. He has never wanted to show off his talents.
Until one humiliation after another comes his way: a banquet disaster, provocations from fellow chefs, pressure from big business, contempt from the powerful...
With no choice but to act, he throws together a few dishes and leaves five-star chefs in the dust, astonishing the city's elite.
Online celebrities flock to praise him, wealthy men curry favor with him, and culinary associations compete to recruit him. The entire internet hails him as a culinary god.
Faced with endless praise, Fan Sili merely waves a hand.
“Don’t call me a culinary god. I’m not one.”
I just cook whatever, that’s all.
