[Apocalypse + Food Business + System + Feel-Good Power Fantasy]
Lin Wan, an orphan, had just inherited a fortune worth tens of billions when she was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
She gave away every last cent and calmly waited to die.
Then she was bound to the [Apocalypse Business System] and transmigrated to a world overrun by zombies, where she started from the very beginning with a rundown restaurant.
The System’s little Q said, “Host, your merits are immeasurable. Come make the apocalypse smell heavenly with your cooking!”
From then on, while everyone else struggled to survive among the ruins, she was busy frying, stir-frying, and steaming away in the kitchen.
At first, the survivors jeered, “Opening a restaurant in the apocalypse? You’re asking to die!”
Later...
A cold, battle-hardened soldier volunteered to stand guard for a bowl of noodles.
Powerful ability users nearly came to blows over reservations.
The leaders of the major bases came bearing crystal cores, begging for a private dining room.
When a terrifying zombie horde surrounded the city and all hope seemed lost, Lin Wan’s restaurant glowed with warm light, its fragrance drifting across the battlefield.
She opened the window and smiled faintly at the person outside:
“Guest, what would you like to eat?”
