"Daily life in the world + interesting martial arts stories + no cp + making money with food + micro group portraits + lighthearted and funny short stories" (no time travel, no rebirth, no system, but written in vernacular)
There are thousands of disputes in the rivers and lakes, and shameless rogues account for half of them!
Bai Lingxi joined the Qingzhu Sect eight years ago and was still an outer disciple. Not to mention her mediocre qualifications, she was either lazy or on the road to laziness every day.
She sleeps while others practice swordplay, eats while others meditate, and makes trouble while others sweep the floor... In short, she is a huge cancer in the sect.
As a result, the law enforcement elder couldn't bear it anymore and kicked her out of the sect directly, leaving her to find her own way out.
Bai Lingxi stood at the door of the small inn at the foot of the mountain, without half a coin in her pocket, and her stomach growled with hunger.
She rolled her eyes and decided to set up a stall to tell fortunes and make money.
I wanted to fool passersby and make a living, but who knew that my fake beard was torn off on the spot just after opening.
Since then, there has been a man of great influence in the world who does not do anything serious.
While others competed for secrets, she set up a stall and engaged in catering;
While others are chasing the murderer and investigating the conspiracy, she only cares about eating and making money.
All the feuds and sectarian struggles are nothing compared to a delicious meal!
A cult causing trouble? The sect is in trouble? Martial arts competition?
Bai Lingxi: Do you want to eat? Everything is easier if you give me money.
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The sect drove me down the mountain, and I was slapped in the face by cooking.
