Su Xiaoman transmigrates.
He transmigrates into a world where spiritual qi revival began three hundred years ago, and cultivation and technology have become intertwined: cultivators fly swords to deliver takeout, people tip livestreamers on the spirit net with spirit stones, and spirit-rail subway lines reach even the most remote mountain villages.
Only the food seems to have been ruined by three hundred years of spiritual qi. Nutrient paste, compressed blocks, energy bars: they replenish spiritual qi but have no flavor. Even dogs won't eat them.
Before transmigrating, Su Xiaoman was a two-Michelin-star chef. Afterward, all he owns is a rundown storefront, an old wok, and a System that can only pop up notifications.
He ties on an apron, lights the stove, and makes a bowl of red-braised pork.
Its aroma explodes through the entire old district. Old Zhao, the cobbler, climbs over the wall. After eating, the bottleneck that had trapped him for seventeen years breaks. The next day, seventeen people are lined up outside. On the third day, the shop trends on the spirit net. On the fourth, the captain of the Enforcement Hall joins the line and says, "I'm here on official business, but I might as well grab a bite."
Later, the sect master of Tianshu Sect goes incognito and queues by the roadside. The CEO of a spirit-energy food conglomerate goes from "I'll buy you out for fifty times the price" to "Get me a bowl of sweet-and-sour ribs." After eating egg fried rice, a general from Sirius sends a message to his home planet: "Suspend the invasion plan."
Su Xiaoman has just one rule: get in line. No food for line-cutters. No food for people who fight. No food for aliens, either.
The law of the jungle hasn't been abolished, but a bowl of red-braised pork has put it on pause.
Hello everyone, I am the author of this book, a new writer who is still in college. Yes, newbie. The kind that makes you giggle for five minutes when you see "Collection +1", and the kind that makes you doubt your life when you see "Collection -1". The inspiration for this book is very simple: one night I was hungry, and after looking through takeaways for half an hour but couldn't find what I wanted to eat, I thought - if I traveled to a world of food deserts, what could a cook do? Then a picture popped up in his mind: a Michelin chef squatted at the door of a shabby shop in Xiuxianjie, took a bite of nutritional ointment, and threw it on the ground: "Three bowls of rice? Which three bowls? Prison food?" I laughed all night, and then I had this book. The protagonist Su Xiaoman doesn't want to dominate the world, but just wants to cook quietly and earn spiritual stones. As a result, every customer after eating thought that he was a hidden power. The more he explained to the guests, the more convinced they became. I was particularly happy when I wrote about him criticizing people. If you want to update, it will be slow for newbies, so try to update it every day. If you stop updating, you are most likely rushing to do homework or being tortured by high math. Speaking of advanced numbers - put the soy sauce first and then the salt. There is salt in the soy sauce, which is the same as calculating multiplication and division first and then addition and subtraction. Thank you for clicking this book. If this bowl of braised pork can make you smile, I'm not writing in vain. See you in the comments section. Swear me softly and praise me loudly. ——A new author who is still catching up on homework