My name is Gong Baoding, a somewhat comical name.
Because I had a sister who died young, I was named Baoding, to ensure that I would grow up safely.
Back then, the dish wasn't as well-known as it is now.
Around the age of fourteen, I became a Demon Hunter, and I spent over twenty years working in Furong River City, evolving from Little Gong to Brother Gong, and then to Uncle Gong.
If it hadn't been for this accident, I might have become Old Man Gong.
Other Demon Hunters my age either died or were promoted, but I, like a useless person, was stuck in that realm, too afraid to move forward.
After all, the cost of failure is too terrifying, even more terrifying than death!
Since the day I was attacked by Mr. L, I've been lying here. I know I should wake up, but I can't.
I can hear voices, I can think, but I can't respond.
Many people have visited me, some sad, some weeping, some indifferent, but none of them were my family.
Yes, since I was fourteen, it has just been me alone.
