A bowl of noodles, one million gold. Can't afford it? Roll.
Lin Chuan is a teenager who owes rent in Qingyang Old Street. His father has been missing for three years and he is regarded as a waste by the whole city.
On the day he awakened to the God of Cookery System, he made a bowl of noodles.
A Qi Condensation Realm warrior takes one bite and breaks through the realm on the spot.
A strong man in the True Martial Realm will have a solid foundation if he eats a bowl.
The girl with the fire spirit body ate for three days and her true origin awakened.
Did the Zhao family destroy his store? Make a bowl of noodles and let Mr. Zhao kneel down to eat it.
The one who was forcibly summoned by the Martial Academy? Make a bowl of noodles and let the teacher get out of Qingyang.
The Bai family put a reward on his life? Make a bowl of noodles and have all the warriors in the city line up to protect him.
"Does the cook also deserve it?"
"Whether it's good or not - you'll know after one bowl."
From the bottom chef in Qingyang, to the heir to the cooking god of three provinces.
From a bowl of noodles selling for millions to a golden phoenix cutting through the sky.
But Lin Chuan didn't know——
The system he awakened from was left behind by the God of Cookery three hundred years ago.
The recipe in his hand is the last masterpiece of the God of Cookery.
His missing father was trapped in a bowl of failed noodles from the God of Cookery.
That bowl of noodles is still lacking.
My father didn't realize it.
The God of Cookery didn't realize it.
Three hundred years - no one realizes it.
Lin Chuan tightened his grip on his father's hunting knife and flew towards the provincial capital.
"Dad, I'm coming."
"Which one - is it in my heart, or..."
