The fragrance floats above the ruins, and she survives the apocalypse with an iron pot!
While humans are still fighting over moldy potatoes, Fan Yue's spiritual spring space is already filled with god-level ingredients.
On the night when her best friend pushed her into the zombie horde, she took out a red oil hotpot and fried it on the spot, but this attracted Qi Ye, the most dangerous person from the Superpower Bureau.
Hypocritical Bailian steals recipes?
Mutated beasts blocking the door?
Let's look at the socially awkward cook wielding a frying spoon, the spiritual spring in her left hand watering the Manchu banquet, and her right hand holding the white cut black crazy batch as a human shield.
Top-quality ingredients crush the survival game, and scalding pots burn through conspiracy traps—when the doomsday God of Cooking competition lights up with neon lights, who is coveting her spiritual spring space?
And who put the bloody Tang knife across her waist: "If you use me to make hot pot again, I will use you to make hot pot."
(The end of the world + slap in the face with delicious food + crazy criticism of the male protagonist, a counterattack novel on the tip of your tongue, don't read it if you're hungry!
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