Introduction: Life is tasteless. The birds soaring in the sky, the wild beasts running in the wilderness, the crops taking root in the fields... Although the scenes we see are different, in the face of death, they are all equal, so equal that it is boring. No matter how beautiful they are. Life, in the long reincarnation, can only be turned into miserable dregs... Oh, the wisdom that humans are proud of, no matter whether it is profound or poor, if the place of origin is completely wrong, it will be nothingness wherever it falls. , and how much sweetness or bitterness can it add to life? Speaking in human terms. This pot of tasteless soup is the result of you studying the recipe for a long time? Let me try it