The hard work of life, the careful calculation of cultivation, the increase and decrease of mortgage interest and Dantian Qi.

Only the beef soup at the street corner food stall at midnight, mixed with the smell of sweat and rust from the body-building equipment, can taste the hot life of grassroots warriors - after all, the desire to reach the pinnacle of martial arts must first survive the Huabei repayment date next month.

(No harem, no saintly protagonist, no system, semi-satisfying, dark story! If you mind these, please do not read. The protagonist is extremely gloomy. Readers should read at their own discretion.)

As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people.

I used to think the same way: food is a gift from heaven!

Until one day, I tasted everything I could see...

then,

I raised my head and looked up at the sky...