(It's not funny to send me a blade)
After traveling through time to ask Xuanzong and becoming a handyman disciple, Tang Fang originally wanted to quietly pluck the feathers and stew the chicken.
Until he found that the dishes he cooked were getting more and more wrong:
After eating, there will be black mud, and after eating, you will fart wildly, and after eating, you will become a living target that can only float and cannot move...
Hey, look what I found:
Detoxifying daylily + barbecue blue skylark = fart-powered flight
Venison stewed with potatoes + cold salad flower = hey hey hey
And, and...
Tang Fang was confused: Is this system here to help me cultivate immortality, or is it here to kill me?
Since this heaven treats people like chickens, I will use the pot as the vessel and the fire as the guide.
I stewed this heavenly path, fried this upper realm, and let all the beings who keep us in captivity have a taste of my Tang Fang's craftsmanship!
PS: This book is very serious. Except that the protagonist is a bit cheap, the system is a bit dark, and a lot of chickens die.
Worth a look!