The Wicked Little Junior Sister Goes on a Rampage with a Cooking Pot

[Absurdly imaginative xianxia | strong female lead | transmigrate into a book | face-slapping | System | gourmet medicinal cuisine | a touch of ensemble cast | silly comedy]

I transmigrated into a book as a supporting female character, and the System made me act like a scheming seductress from the start. I refused and became a chef instead.

Others transmigrate to cultivate immortality. I transmigrated to wield a wok.

Others ascend after weathering tribulations. I ascend to open new branches.

Others get a golden finger. I get a frying pan: I can toss food with it, whack people with it, and make the best spicy hot pot in the Three Realms.

From the Azure Cloud Sect to the Upper Realm, from the Demon Realm to the Primordial Chaos Void, I opened branches everywhere.

Demon Venerable? Come work as a security guard at my shop. I'll buy the territory, and you can collect the rent.

War God? Come help me keep order. I'll pay you at the end of each day.

Heavenly Dao? Try a bowl of my spicy hot pot, and you'll get a lifetime membership on the spot.

They nearly tore my shop down fighting over a limited-edition bowl of spicy hot pot.

I picked up my frying pan and smacked them awake one by one.