My name is Lu Li, and I have traveled through time for three years. I just want to stay in my adoptive father's small noodle shop and retire with salted fish. It's a pity that my tongue has been enlightened - whoever is thinking about the taste of the food and whether the food is adulterated can be known with one bite. What's even more troublesome is that this store is located at the intersection where the Holy Court and the Demon Court have been fighting for a thousand years.
I had no money, no power, no support. My only possessions were a crumbling shop and a group of "weirdos" that no one wanted: the accountant of the fox girl who knew how to settle accounts, the swordsman of the leopard girl who could carry a pot with one hand, the old werewolf who was blind but smarter than anyone else, and a goblin waiter who owed usury.
In the Ashland Continent, humans and demons have fought bloody battles for thousands of years. No one knows that there is a mouth called "Disaster Abyss" underground, which specializes in stealing the taste of the human world - the more fierce the war and the stronger the hatred, the fuller it will eat; when there is peace, it will wake up. The whole continent has begun to "lose its taste".
At first, I really thought it had nothing to do with me: the evil businessmen wanted to demolish my shop, and the heresy department wanted to seize my accounting office. But when the devil's camp of hungry ghosts ran out of food and rushed into the town to grab food, I put the running water mat on the long street - the devil's army lined up to get food. The satiated devil soldiers, eyes red, threw the thugs who took advantage of the situation out of the town for me.
The negotiations collapsed and the two armies drew their swords on the spot. As soon as I lifted the lid of the pot, the heat was rising: "Eat first, fight later." The armistice agreement was initialed on my dining table.
Later they all called me "The Stove Master of Two Realms". I just want to keep this store safe so that hungry people can have a hot meal. Now that Xianyuan opens his eyes, a table of "reconciliation banquet" is waiting to begin - do you want to take a seat?
