When the world turned into a game, she chose to pick up the spatula.
Global gamification has arrived, and humans are forced into a survival copy. Shen Qinghe, who had returned from rebirth, silently clicked on the ridiculed option while everyone was vying for the combat profession——
Culinary Expertise
"Are you crazy? Choose a cook to die?"
In her previous life, she believed this logic, chose a mage, and worked hard to level up. In the end, she was pushed into a group of monsters by her best friend. Before she died, she heard a sentence: "Trash deserves to die."
In this life, she looked at the rusty kitchen knife in her backpack and smiled.
Three days later, famine broke out. While the combat bosses were eating raw meat and losing blood in the wild, a long queue formed in front of her barbecue stall——
A piece of power roasted meat, blood recovery +50, strength +3.
A bowl of egg fried rice subdued the hidden NPC who had lost his memory, triggering a god-level mission.
A soup of fear will make the boss-level monster tremble on the spot and let her slaughter it.
But what Shen Qinghe is most ruthless about is not cooking.
It is she who monopolizes the only refined salt technology in the novice area.
When Su Jinse, the best friend who pushed her into the abyss in her previous life, knelt in front of her and begged for a mouthful of salt, Shen Qinghe was sitting on the top floor of the exchange, watching his "food empire" making money every day.
"Did you know?" She swung her wine glass, "Every bite of salt you eat is making money for me."
In this world, swords kill.
But he who controls food controls life and death.
