Selling Longevity Peach Buns Outside a Funeral Home

[Gourmet] [No romance] [Everyday life] [Many female characters] [Perfect with a meal] [Heartwarming] [Funny] [Healing]

The day I lost my job, a gold digger humiliated me in public.

At rock bottom, all I wanted was to be a lazy couch potato, but then I got bound to the [Contrasting Gourmet System].

The System is a menace, forcing me to embarrass myself in public every single day.

[Week One Mission: Sell longevity peach cakes outside a funeral home.]

Me: ???

Confronted by the family’s fury, I thought I was done for.

Then a big burly guy took a bite of my longevity peach and burst into tears, hugging it as he cried, “Dad! This is exactly how you used to make it!”

[New Mission: Sell snail rice noodles outside a weight-loss clinic.]

Me: “System, just kill me already!”

But the customers, grumbling and cursing all the while, crowd around my stall until it’s packed.

“Boss, another bowl! It’s so spicy, so good!”

And that’s not all. I sell “Tears Behind Bars” milk tea outside the courthouse, “Lovebirds” grilled chicken wings outside the divorce registry, and pork rolls with scallions across from luxury boutiques, shouting about them through a megaphone...

Yikes...

I only want to finish my missions and stay alive, but they think I’m a reclusive master who roams the world, healing hearts.

They even formed the “Pursuit Alliance,” with the whole city chasing after my tricycle.

Please, stop reading so much into it! I’m really just a socially anxious person who wants to slack off!