The end of the world + food + infrastructure
As soon as the ancient glutton Shen Zhao opened his eyes, he was tied into a climate apocalypse by the broken RV system - the day was scorching at 60°C, the night was frozen at -40°C, and mutated monsters were everywhere.
System notification: Set up a stall to sell food and rebuild the home of mankind. Penalty for failure: Permanent loss of taste.
Shen Zhao was angry: "I am a ferocious beast that devours the sky and the earth, and you want me to shake the spoon?"
Then he smelled so good.
A bowl of mutton soup will warm your life on a very cold night, and a dish of jelly on a very cold day will keep you alive. I ate spicy hotpot for three days and drank sour plum soup to endure the scorching sun.
Shen Zhao was shaking the spoon while tearing up mutant beasts to use as fertilizer, and he was growing vegetables frantically every three days on the RV farm. Leaders of major bases lined up with bowls in hand, vying to be his little brother.
