Most people don't choose reincarnation. Reincarnation finds their way to them. Perhaps they did something great in their life. Or maybe truck-sama wasn't looking where it was going. But without fail, those who reincarnate are destined for something great. A new life where everything changes for the better. But... Reincarnation isn't always the greatest thing. Sometimes you just draw the short end of the stick. Di Tou just happens to have drawn the shortest stick. Pulled out of his life randomly. Taken by a crazy old eccentric man not as a disciple, but as a body double?! And a janitor body double no less?! Grasping a system to find... It's a JANITOR SYSTEM!? Truly, how unlucky can one get?
Turning round the corner, Di Tou couldn't help but let out a puff of air. There was definitely something wrong with that Fatty Liao. Why in the world had he gotten so angry over a single d*mn recipe? H*ll, he hadn't even asked for the recipe and had only generally asked what he was making. That wasn't an extreme question, was it?
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Was it?
Suddenly realizing something, Di Tou wanted to smack himself in the head. This wasn't the twentieth century, this was, for the closest equivalent, the kingdom's period. In other words, recipes were really, really, really f*cking valuable and could be considered the single core element to a family's success and failures for hundreds of years to come, so maybe it was a bit of an extreme question.