[Gourmet food] + [Immortal cultivation] + [Satisfying story with an unexpected contrast] + [Everyone mistakes the protagonist for a hidden expert] + [Healing] + [Lighthearted comedy]
Other people cultivate immortality by meditating, comprehending the Dao, braving secret realms, and fighting over heavenly treasures...
I cultivate immortality by deep-frying stinky tofu, boiling wontons, and grilling skewers, while a crowd of big shots surrounds me and calls me Senior...
Lin Yuan insists he’s really just a menial disciple at the first level of Qi Refining. The System forced him to set up a stall; he’s only doing it to earn a few attribute points.
Who could have known that the fairies of the Ruthless Dao Sect, after centuries of keeping their hearts pure and desires at bay, would be unable to resist the smell?
Who could have known that a sword fanatic from the Sword Sect would watch him chop vegetables, drop to his knees, and beg to become his sword-fighting disciple?
Who could have known what that “No need to say another word” look on the Void Refinement old monster’s face meant as he queued up?
An insider, an elder of the Danxia Sect who had just finished waiting in line, wiped his mouth:
Don’t ask. He’s a true immortal powerhouse come down to earth to experience mortal life.
Don’t guess. He’s entered the Dao through food, with a principle in every bite.
And don’t cause trouble. Last time, the tribulation lightning missed its mark, and when the stall owner looked up and said, “You’re so noisy,” the thunderbolt immediately changed course.
And why was that aloof fairy sobbing with hunger?
Obviously, you’d cry too if you couldn’t get any.
