There was a severe drought in the north. Twelve-year-old Lin tide lost her parents on the way to escape the desert, was massacred by the rebel army, and miraculously survived under a pile of corpses. The person who rescued her was Du Yuan, a veteran traveler.
After three years of traveling, Du Yuan taught her literacy, medical skills, medicine recognition, and cooking. And she was born with an ability that is different from ordinary people - her tongue can taste things that others cannot taste: the origin and year of the food, the authenticity and heat of the medicinal materials, and the tiniest trace of fireworks in the air are all reflected on the tip of her tongue.
Du Yuan spent all his money to send her to the best Tianhe Academy in the south. From a kitchen helper to a student in Dingzi Hall, from being laughed at "Why should a cook study" to winning the eyes of everyone with a bowl of white porridge - Lin tide thought that life would go on smoothly like this: save enough money to buy a house for the master, so that he can spend his old age peacefully in the smoke of the southern border.
But that day she pushed open Du Yuan's courtyard door and found him lying on the ground - his blood had been drained and his body was as withered as firewood. There was a taste in the air that she had never tasted before, cold and not belonging to mortals.
In the process of tracking down the real murderer, Lin tide encountered the world of immortal cultivators. She has no spiritual roots, no family background, and no teacher - the only thing she has is a pair of tongues that can taste the true taste of heaven and earth in front of the stove fire.
When all the ways to cultivate immortality were closed to her, she returned to the only answer - the stove.
Use food to enter the Tao, and use fire to realize the Tao. There had never been such a road in the world of immortality, but she knelt in front of Du Yuan's grave and swore: no matter how long that road was, her stove fire would illuminate it.
A wisp of smoke rises from the northern wasteland to the clouds in the world of immortality. Just go on, that's the way.
Intention: Even if I am alone, it doesn't matter, I can do it.