Beng Tie: I Am the God of Cooking, Not a Newbie

(Abstract funny + so sweet + multiple female protagonists, it seems to be too much to write, try to write multiple female protagonists, if you can't write a single female protagonist, the dark tower) The introduction is too weak, please move to the main text. "I, Su Ming, am not the "explosive God of Cooking" in the culinary world. When I was cooking, the gas tank suddenly exploded through the ceiling, and I was thrown directly into the world of collapsing iron! When I woke up, there was a mosquito-like system sound floating in my head. It vaguely gave me god-level cooking skills and creative power. I didn't even say "I wish you a happy meal." With two unsold tools, I became an interstellar street slut, doing abstract things: I could not only use god-level cooking skills to cook rare interstellar ingredients into soul-stirring delicacies, but I could also let myself live my own life. The main idea was that "serious cooking is accidental, abstract living is the norm."