After transmigrating to the imperial capital of the Great Zhou, I bound myself to the Foodie System. My shop serves only one dish, fried eggs, priced at one spirit crystal, enough to feed a poor family for ten years.
Half a month passed with not a single customer. Five rich young masters kicked down my door and called my place a rip-off: "Even if Liu Jingfeng starves to death or jumps from the imperial palace, he won't eat a single bite of your food!"
When the fried eggs were served, they licked the plates clean.
As he was leaving, a tiger's roar sounded within Liu Jingfeng. His White Tiger Fiend Body awakened, and he broke straight through to the fifth-grade Heavenly Realm.
The next day, he stepped onto the martial arena and blew away a sixth-grade opponent with one punch.
The whole city was asking: What had Liu Jingfeng eaten? I shut the door and went back to carving pumpkins. Next up: egg fried rice, five spirit crystals a plate. I have to sell ten portions in ten days.
This lousy System really thinks I'm a money-printing machine?
