In a world ruled by strength, Shiāo Fēng was born with nothing — no talent, no support, no future.
Exiled to the wild, he was meant to fade away. But fate had other plans.
As ancient powers awaken, his journey begins with fire, knives, and a single pot.
A dark, tragic, and strangely humorous fantasy — he wasn’t born to fight, but to cook.
And sometimes, that’s the deadliest path of all.

(Inside the Spicy Tiger Tavern, the clatter of dishes, rising steam, and the spicy scent of food filled the air. Xiao Feng stood behind the cooking table, calmly chopping onions.)


🔊 Gu Lang (lying under a table, half-asleep):


— Kid, if the customers keep coming like this, I'll never get any rest! This is torture, not a journey!


— Eat, sleep, complain. Those are your top three skills.


(Just then, the tavern door creaked open. A tall man in a long cloak, his face hidden beneath a wide hat, walked in slowly. His footsteps were lighter than wind.)


— This one's... weird. Never seen him before.


(The man walked straight forward, not even sitting. He stopped beside the counter.)


— I'm looking for a taste... one I had only once in my life.


— A taste you had once? What was in it?


(The tavern fell silent. Even Gu Lang opened his eyes.)


💭 "Scent of death? What kind of order is that?"


(He entered the smoky kitchen. This time, he picked ingredients he'd never dared use before: bitter mountain root, wild black pepper, and dry unknown leaves.)


(Steam thickened. The stew turned somewhere between red and gray. The smell was strange... something between what you kill, and what saves you.)


(He placed the bowl in front of the customer.)


(He took one spoonful. Swallowed. Then slowly leaned forward and whispered into Xiao Feng's ear:)


— If you still don't know who you are…


(He turned and left. No sound. No name. No coin.)


(After the door shut, a folded paper fluttered down onto the table. A recipe? No...


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