In a fantasy world where warriors can split mountains and rivers with a wave of their hands and break rivers with a kick of their legs, there is a small restaurant like this.
The small restaurant is not big, but it is a place where countless top experts flock to.
There you can taste egg fried rice made with phoenix eggs and dragon blood rice.
There you can drink from the fountain of life and liquor brewed from red fruits.
There you can eat barbecued meat of the ninth-level supreme beast with black pepper.
Why do you want to take the chef home? Impossible, because there is a tenth-level divine beast, a Cerberus, lying at the door of the restaurant.
Oh, that chef also has an iron-headed assistant who can crush a ninth-grade supreme being with one hand and a group of crazy women whose stomachs have been conquered.
