Ye west left the mountain valley where he had lived for more than ten years, carried his luggage alone, and went to the city to work.
On the day he found the job, he cooked for the first time in his life and happily cooked himself a bowl of noodles.
Then...
"Purple energy is coming from the east, and the sky is thundering! A vision that has not been seen in a hundred years must be an ancient treasure coming to the world!"
"There is still such pure and pure Qi in the age of Dharma Ending!"
"What an unfathomable spiritual power this is!"
"Dare I ask who is capable of overcoming this calamity?!"
Ye west: ... It's not that I didn't have any, so I just cooked a bowl of noodles?
The birth history of the new generation of food gods in the world of cultivation.
Also known as "The whole world of cultivation is waiting for me to cook"