In the Apocalypse of Taste, I Rely on Egg Fried Rice to Kill the Capital Giants

The end of taste, capital is in power! The Weishi Group monopolizes the world with synthetic nutritional supplements. Human tastes have deteriorated, emotions have become numb, and people don't even know what it feels like to cry—until Lu Chuan went down the mountain carrying the Food Sutra and set up a street stall. "Boss, how much is the egg fried rice?" "Fifty, no bargaining." Passers-by thought it was expensive, but after taking a bite, she cried on the spot: "This is the taste my mother tasted before she died!" The female detective ate his food and her stomach ailment for many years was cured on the spot; Miss God's Tongue was so harsh that she knelt down to become her disciple after tasting it; the killer sent by the Weishi Group ate a bowl of braised pork and turned around to expose the group's scandal! Others are afraid of capital, but Lu Chuan wants to step on capital! Do you have a monopoly on ingredients? I lead farmers to engage in direct supply from the production area; you engage in black technology to imitate flavors? I used the ancient method of eating scriptures to crush me directly; you want to block me? All mankind is fighting for you with their jobs in hand! From a street stall to a global god of food, Lu Chuan only does one thing: awaken humanity with a bowl of rice and blow cold capital to pieces! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.