Start as a Cook and Become an Abstractionist

[No system + no heroine + nonsensical] "Grandpa, are there really gods in this world?" "Silly boy, those are all lies." "But my grandson heard that as long as he eats the immortal food, he can become an immortal." "Grandpa, I also want to become an immortal. Your cooking skills are so good, you must know how to make food that immortals can eat." "If you don't study hard and think about cultivating immortality all day long, you won't be able to be a cook like grandpa." "Okay, grandpa is going to entertain some guests tonight and will come back later. If you haven't rested early, you have to go to a private school tomorrow morning." After sending the child to the bed, the old man turned around and closed the door. After a few seconds of silence, he disappeared into the vast night in just one breath. ………… "I heard that senior has a lot of magical food materials that we have been coveting for a long time. If senior can hand them over obediently, junior can keep you safe." On a sizzling autumn night, with the moonlight in the sky, a huge crowd of people stood in the sky, with menacing looks on their faces, surrounding the old man. Suddenly, there was a strong wind and the air-conditioning was awe-inspiring. Everyone looked at each other and immediately became confused. In the strong wind, the old man looked like an expert from this world, standing with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, and he said calmly: "How can there be so many magical food ingredients in the world, but relying on the strong to bully the weak and eating different species..." People respect immortals, and immortals regard food as their foundation. In this world, immortals are food, and food is immortality.