Lu Xingzao is guarding a star restaurant in the wasteland that is about to close down. The rent is high, the supply of goods is cut off, and even the ancestral stove is being targeted. Everyone laughed at him for being so poor that he only had one pot. But no one knows that he is the last descendant of the lineage of ancient cooking gods. Vegetables are the formation, fire is the eye, knife skills can carve patterns, soup can nourish the soul, and rice can suppress the enemy. Others rely on resources for cultivation, but he relies on cooking to make a snowball. While others compete for mineral deposits, he competes for ingredients. While others were playing Star Wars, he would just set the table and have a banquet. The genius doctor ate his bowl of porridge and suppressed the strange poison on the spot. The demon fox girl drank a jar of his wine and turned around to help him open the world's trade routes. When the empress reincarnated and woke up in his shop, her first words were: Whoever smashes this shop will die. The traitor brother wants to cut off his inheritance, the chaebol alliance wants to seal off his industry, and the gang boss wants to steal his supply of goods. Lu Xingzao just boils the pot. Do you want a slap in the face? Get in line first. Do you want to fight for hegemony? Eat first.
