The City Medical Saint's Culinary Magic

"Seven needles seize the seven souls, one needle anchors the three spirits, and one needle fights fate itself. They say the King of Hell orders your death at the third watch, and the Black and White Impermanence come for you at the second. But with the Nine Needles to Bring Back the Dead, you can fight fate, leaving the King of Hell waiting with his eyes wide open!"

"So you're a doctor, and a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner at that?"

"They say one can kill a man every ten paces and travel a thousand miles without leaving a trace. Once the deed is done, brush off your clothes and leave, hiding both your person and your name!"

"Huh... So you're not a doctor. You're an assassin!"

"They say the snow falls in silent flakes, and you don't notice the golden plate is empty until you set down your chopsticks!"

"What? You're a chef? We're not hiring..."

"No, wait! They say I sharpen my blade and turn toward the pigs and sheep, my heart heavy with grief, since I raised those pigs and sheep myself. But mostly, I raise pigs!"

"What the heck? You're a pig farmer? This is a job fair, not a mental hospital. What do you even do?"

Mo Chuyi grinned, looking rather pleased with himself. "Heh heh, you wouldn't understand my career path!"