Traveling through the world of high martial arts, Lin Chen was accidentally bound to the random food system.
A random delicacy is unlocked every week and is forced to be transported to a random location to set up a stall.
Steamed buns are sold at the entrance of the university, kebabs are sold in the monster forest, milk tea is sold in the depths of the secret realm, and preserved egg and lean meat porridge is sold in front of the two armies with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Someone ate a steamed bun, his energy and blood surged, and he broke through on the spot.
Someone drank a cup of milk tea, and their mental power boiled, and they realized the earth-level martial arts skills that they had practiced hard for ten years.
Someone was seriously injured and only breathed his last, but he stood up again because of a bowl of egg fried rice.
Gradually, Lin Chen's stall became completely popular.
From the centenary-year-old martial emperor who was guarding one side to the six-year-old child who had just embarked on the martial arts, they were all looking for traces of him all over the world.
In order to grab a piece of delicious food, the school beauty chased him for three streets. King Wu traveled eight hundred miles in the air. King Wu lined up with his bedding three days in advance.
But just as countless diners were looking forward to it, Lin Chen packed up his stall and disappeared on time.
"Damn it, where's the boss?"
"I came to line up in the middle of the night, and you told me that he changed the map again?"
"A reward of one billion is offered! Whoever can find Boss Lin, I owe him a favor!"
Until one day, the human border was completely lost.
When countless people were in despair, Lin Chen pushed the dining cart and slowly appeared in the center of the battlefield.
"Don't worry."
"Today's braised beef noodles are enough."
Reader comments
Not bad ~ and there is no other kind of obliteration and coercion
Not bad ~ and there is no other kind of obliteration and coercion