Zhu Xian's Love Affair with Mortal Snow

Caomiao Village turned into scorched earth overnight, and young Zhang Xiaofan walked into Qingyun Gate holding a dark red bead. With mediocre qualifications and dull temperament, Tian Buyi reluctantly accepted him and became a cooking apprentice in Dazhu Peak. He originally thought that his life would be like this - chopping wood, carrying water, making soup and cooking, occasionally being teased by his senior sister Tian Linger, and being chased all over the mountain by Dahuang. Until that day, he met Lu Xueqi from Xiaozhu Peak. The long sword in white is as cold as ice, like the snow on the top of the mountain. He took another look, and the soup in his hand almost turned to soup. From Caomiao Village to Qingyun Mountain, from the kitchen at Dazhu Peak to the arena of the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition, from the struggle between life and death under the Dead Soul Abyss to the fateful decision at the Yuqing Palace - the dull cook always kept one sentence: "I am a disciple of Qingyun, and this is my home." Ten years of daily life, firewood, rice, oil and salt, the four seasons flow. Ten years of turmoil, the death swamp, the beast god of the southern border, the four-spirit blood formation, and the battle between good and evil swept the world. He was simmering soup in front of the stove, and she was practicing her sword in the bamboo forest. He was fighting for his life on the battlefield, and she was guarding his heart behind him. "From now on, I want to cook for my senior sister for the rest of my life." "Give it to me."