Inheriting the only recipe from the ancient cooking god, Su Wanwan's dream is extremely simple: to open a small restaurant, make enough money, retire and live a good life like salted fish.
However, God did not fulfill his wish.
A living hell king who was worth hundreds of billions but was tortured to the point of freezing by cold poison broke into her shop, claiming that her mediocre bowl of Yangchun noodles was a life-saving elixir.
From then on, all kinds of monsters and monsters came one after another.
The business tycoon held up the banknotes: "Chef Su, please enjoy a bowl of egg fried rice. The land in the west of the city is yours!"
The martial arts master said respectfully: "Master Su, as long as you are willing to make a pot of chicken soup, I will give you this lifelong skill with both hands!"
The top star wrapped it up like a rice dumpling: "Boss Su, a plate of green vegetables will do. I am willing to endorse you for free for a hundred years!"
Su Wanwan held a spatula in one hand and pinched her waist with the other. Looking at the big guys blocking the door, she looked up and sighed: "I really just want to cook in peace! And if you guys line up, please don't trample on the vegetable patch in front of my door!"
As for the living devil who stays in her store every day and euphemistically calls it the "humanoid mobile freezer"?
Su Wanwan rolled her eyes: "Mr. Gu, let's pay for today's meal, cash or scan the QR code?"
