[No system + Fleeing cook + High martial arts + One meal to become a god + Feeling about life and death after marriage + Crazy critic of wife-protecting sword god + Two strong complements]
Tao Xiaoman's biggest wish is simple: to live and have enough to eat;
It's best... To open another inn where no one can act wild!
But the place she came to was a cruel world where human life was like grass, poison was sold as holy medicine, and sects used food threads to tame all living beings.
She can't fight, but she can taste the true taste of all things.
The moldy rice can be used to scrape the poison, and the wild ginger can bring back Yang; the poisonous grass can be combined with animal bones to protect the pulse of a broken heart; the waste can be used to make soup, so that the possessed murderer can taste the human world again.
Everyone laughed at her: "A cook is worthy of changing the world?"
Until the day when food supply was cut off and the city was besieged, tens of thousands of soldiers pressed down outside the town, and people inside the town were in panic.
Tao Xiaoman dug out old grain, mushrooms, animal bones and half a jar of bitter stew, and set up a large pot at the head of the city.
The aroma wafts out for ten miles, the besieging soldiers are so hungry that they turn sides, and the famous masters line up with bowls in their hands.
She stood in front of the stove fire, smiling soberly and arrogantly:
"I don't cook waste in my pot, and my inn doesn't support idlers!"
