Cantonese Potion Master

After transmigrating sixteen years ago, Michelle, a food-loving Chinese girl and a true Cantonese native, has become utterly despairing of this Western fantasy world, where food is nowhere to be found. Forget fine food or nourishing slow-simmered soup. She can't even get a proper bowl of rice. Before she took charge of the cooking, her mother gave her a bowl of soup every day to fill her up. She had no idea what kind it was, only that it tasted absolutely awful and did little more than fill her stomach, like the nutrient solutions in space novels. Michelle's curiosity about that strange soup ended the moment she saw her mother making it. Good heavens, who makes soup with slugs?! From that day on, Michelle was determined to take over the cooking, and finally succeeded when she was four. Forget that slug soup. Doesn't dried cabbage and pork lung soup sound better? Or apple, white fungus, and lean pork soup? Or chicken soup with five-finger-root? What do you mean, slug soup is a potion? What do you mean, potions are all disgusting and made with bizarre ingredients? Michelle: ...Thanks, I'll steer clear of potions for the rest of my life. It wasn't until she was sixteen, when her mother kicked her out to go to school and she left the remote forest where her family lived, that she realized something seemed a little off. How come the soups she'd been making had all sorts of special effects? Dried cabbage and pork lung soup lets you breathe underwater. Apple, white fungus, and lean pork soup beautifies the skin and preserves your youth. Chicken soup with five-finger-root removes poison and increases resistance to fire magic... A stuffy professor at the academy: I absolutely refuse to believe that this fragrant, delicious bowl of miscellaneous ingredients is a potion worthy of the name!!! Michelle: Uh, nobody said it was a potion. Michelle: But if you want something disgusting, why not try Banxia herbal tea? Before she knows it, more and more people are flocking to Michelle's side, devoting themselves wholeheartedly to her, and her soups. Followers: Master Michelle, what are you going to name the new potion school you've founded? Michelle looks at the pot of carrot, corn, and pork bone soup simmering away, a brew that boosts stamina, and gives in: Fine, if you say it's a potion, then it's a potion. It's made in a pot and you can drink it. Why can't Cantonese slow-simmered soup be a potion? (The free-form potion school.jpg) People say that was the moment a new page in the history of the Opal Continent was turned. With a thunderous roar, Michelle Doragon Manuel, founder of Cantonese-style potions, made her dazzling entrance. * A lighthearted, feel-good foodie story from the heroine's perspective, with no angst * The heroine has a bit of a harem magnet vibe * Male lead undecided Theme: Keep your feet on the ground and live earnestly.