Bound to the Foodie Dream System: I Haven't Cooked in Ages

“Host, please familiarize yourself with the plot.” In a very short time, Xu Xingyao's phone rang three times. She hurriedly answered it.

“I'm your System. Since you've been rated one of the most unhappy people in this world, I've been assigned to help you.”

The refreshing sea breeze sent her drifting back into her memories.

“Yeah. Back then, I used to chatter away and share everything with you every day. You must have thought I was so childish. Summer felt purer and more magical back then than it does now. Maybe it's because I've grown up, and can no longer experience summer with the same sense of wonder. Novels, comics, TV, even potato chips were enough to make me happy back then. Even the scenery was.”

The God of Food pursued transcendence for eight hundred years, but in the end he fell into another kind of obsession. Whether the Way of food lies in the immortal world, the mortal world, oneself, or technology, when faced with an absolute end, it is only the scenery that differs.

Formation, stasis, decline, and extinction.

“The way he sees the world is much like the grid lines in her camera, dividing the entire landscape into nine sections. ... And to him, she is the most dazzling thing in it.”

“Among infinite possibilities, I'll journey with you to one finite destination.”

“My heart and heartbeat were both born when you were young.”

(Content warnings: world-hopping, male-lead fans beware, everyday pacing, not a standard power fantasy, and other things I haven't thought of yet.)

Theme: The true taste of the mortal world