Chinese Food Conquers Siberia! Making Billions of Rubles from Prison Canteen

On the night when coffee was poured on her during a blind date, Lu Xiao bumped into a glowing roadside stall in the alley. The humble man touched the frying spoon, and a mechanical voice blasted in his ears: "Congratulations on binding the Taotie system! Newbie mission: Siberia's Third Prison Canteen!" When the iron fence on the ice sheet clanged down, Lu Xiao was cooking red cabbage soup with a big spoon. The leader of the Ukrainian gang, Victor, threw his dinner plate and said, "It's this damn thing again!" The next second, he was enchanted by the mellow aroma of Dongpo meat. "Lu!" The strong prisoners lined up holding steel forks, their tattooed arms scrambling to hold up signs - today's special: crab meat lion head with Yangzhou fried rice. Warden Ivanov kicked away the chef of the second canteen who was trying to steal his master's orders: "Comrade, enough vodka! Give the fifth canteen a Michelin star!" When the KGB agents drove an armored vehicle to arrest the financial oligarchs, the target was squatting in the back kitchen peeling potatoes: "Don't worry, wait until I learn how to jump over the wall!" Lu Xiao wiped his sweat and took out the "Manchu-Han Banquet Illustrated Book" that was rewarded by the system, and was suddenly dragged into the duty room by Anna, the blond head nurse. "Davari," the beauty of the fighting nation locked the door and put the silver scalpel against his Adam's apple: "I heard that you are short of a food tester?" There were knocks on the iron bars outside the window, and the prisoners' roars echoed in the snowstorm: "Let our chef go!"