You Go Conquer the Martial World, I'll Cook and Keep You Fed!

[No System + Refugee Cook + High-Martial-Arts Martial World + One Meal Makes You a God + Marriage First, Feelings Later, Partners Through Life and Death + Mad, Wife-Protecting Blade God + Two Powerful Leads Who Complement Each Other] Tao Xiaoman’s greatest wish was simple: stay alive and eat her fill. And maybe... open an inn where no one could throw their weight around! But the place she had landed was a cruel martial world where human lives were cheap, poison was sold as holy medicine, and sects used food supplies to keep everyone in line. She couldn’t fight, but she could taste the true essence of anything with a single bite. Moldy rice could draw out poison, wild ginger could restore life; poisonous plants paired with beast bones could turn a gut-wrenching poison into something that protected the meridians. Stock made from scraps could even let a murderous god, driven mad by his cultivation, taste the flavor of humanity again. Everyone laughed at her. “A cook thinks she can change the martial world?” Until the day the town ran out of food and was besieged. Tens of thousands of soldiers pressed in from outside, while panic spread through the town. Tao Xiaoman brought out old grain, mushrooms, beast bones, and half a jar of bitter brine, then set up a huge pot atop the city wall. The aroma drifted for miles. The besieging soldiers were so hungry they switched sides, while masters from prestigious clans lined up with bowls in hand. Standing before the cooking fire, she smiled with clear-eyed confidence and brazen pride: “My pot doesn’t cook with scraps, and my inn doesn’t keep idlers!”