I'm Really Not a Stall God

They call me the "Street Stall God."

Wherever my stall appears, it becomes the city's top trending topic that day.

But I say, I'm really not the Street Stall God.

I'm just an ordinary person who got bound to a Random Street Stall System.

The System sends me wherever it wants and tells me what to sell:

Today I'm making sugar paintings outside a primary school. Tomorrow I might be brewing warming soup at the foot of a snowy mountain.

I just wanted to quietly pay off my debts and live a low-key life.

But the customers won't let me.

They've built an intelligence network spanning the globe just for me. Some have even quit their jobs to form a "Stall-Chasing Travel Group."

Even stranger...

The ingredients I sell are starting to get weird.

Eat a chili pepper and you'll dream of your childhood. Rice grains glow in the dark. Crystals that look like stars sometimes leap out of the salt jar.

The System says they're legendary ingredients.

So don't call me the Street Stall God.

I'm just a cook forced to set up stalls all over the world.

And, by the way, I accidentally fed the hunger lurking in the shadows of an entire era.

I really am not the Street Stall God.

Unless you've tried my cooking.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.