Cultivation: My Sichuan Cuisine Has the Whole Sect Drooling

Su Yaoyao misses a step and tumbles into the cultivation world along with her vegetables, becoming the least noticeable kitchen maid at Qingyun Sect. She has five spiritual roots, no cultivation, and no sense of direction. From the start, all she has is a dilapidated kitchen with a draft coming through the walls. There are no customers, but a family of three mice seems quite settled in. The System tries to comfort her. [Within the kitchen's domain, the Host is invincible.] [Even a Mahayana ancestor has to wipe their shoes first.] But everyone in the cultivation world abstains from food. Who would spend time eating? Until mapo tofu helps break through bottlenecks, twice-cooked pork soothes old injuries, and an elder from Pill Peak finds hope of purging pill toxins in tea-smoked duck. The entire Qingyun Sect goes wild. Servants fight to get into the kitchen, and prodigies volunteer to wash dishes just to get staff meals. Peak masters and elders clutch their queue tickets as they wait in line. Even Ling Qingxiao, the Sword Sovereign who hasn't been near a kitchen in three hundred years, drops by every day to “happen to” chop scallions. The villains refuse to learn their lesson. They cut off her supply of soybeans, so she makes soy milk and fermented black beans. They burn her spiritual fields, so she serves up roasted chili sauce and grilled eggplant. When a prodigy with an exceptional lightning spiritual root sneaks into the kitchen to steal her secret recipes, the System immediately announces: [One new employee added.] [Position: Dishwasher.] Later, a single rundown kitchen ends up nourishing the whole sect, and ordinary disciples grow stronger while enjoying hot meals. At the sect competition, disciples from every sect ask what secret technique Qingyun Sect has been practicing. The Qingyun Sect disciples open their lunch boxes. “Nothing special.” “We just eat on time.”