"You'd better leave now! Oh, and the old hen soup you brought can stay, we're willing to pay triple the silver taels to buy it from you."
The two guards said this, then turned their gaze to the girl with the sullen expression.
"Tsk! Don't be too upset, everyone has their own fortune. It's not your fault you don't have a Spiritual Root. Even if you can't become a Spirit Chef, being a Culinary God in the mortal world is also good. Why obsess over it?" one guard said softly.
"But, I really want to cook! If I can't get access to high-quality ingredients, I won't be able to make the dishes from the 'Culinary God's Manual', and I can't become the Culinary God and restore my ancestors' glory!" the girl pouted.
"What Culinary God's Manual? Show us!" a guard demanded.
"Here it is!" The girl took out an antiquated-looking book from her sleeve, which was just an ordinary mortal tome.
However, when the guard opened it, he found that the contents recorded within were anything but ordinary.