He had practiced the Dao on the mountain for over a decade, day after day. Though he knew martial arts, life was truly austere.
Tanyao gazed at the stars with a stalk of grass between his teeth. A shooting star streaked right overhead and plunged straight down behind the valley. Tanyao leaped to his feet.
Which poor fool had finally managed to establish his foundation after all that hardship, only to try imitating the ancient cultivators and fly on a sword?
Never mind. He'd do a good deed for once and collect your corpse, begrudgingly.
But in the next instant, the scenery shifted and the sky changed.
Tanyao's eyes widened:
Grilled cold noodles, smoked meat pancakes, fried chicken cartilage, clams in soup, stir-fried liangfen, grilled oysters, stinky tofu...
What were all those signs with their bright, colorful lettering and missing strokes?
...Gulp. It smells so good.
It's about a body cultivator from a low-martial world who transmigrates to the modern era, gets dazzled by the food lining every street, and eventually stumbles onto a path of no return.
Theme: In this world, only food and love must never be let down
