Zhou Xuan transmigrated to a parallel world and unexpectedly bound himself to the God of Cooking System.
When other people get a System, they become a god of war, a god of medicine, or a god of wealth. Why did he have to become the God of Cooking?!
Before he could get over his frustration, Zhou Xuan discovered he was penniless and could barely afford to eat. His only option was to rely on the System to survive.
Tender, savory honey-glazed char siu, rich and delicious Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside garlic ribs, and fresh, sweet-aftertaste baby cabbage in superior broth... One exquisite dish after another came from his hands, their aroma wafting all the way across campus.
He Wanjing followed the scent to his stall and sat down to tuck in. When she finished, she sighed with satisfaction. “Boss, your food is unbelievably good! I’m coming back next time!”
After a few visits, He Wanjing searched her pockets, her face turning awkward. “Boss, I didn’t bring any money today. I don’t have a cent on me, so I’ll have to owe you for the meal...”
“Boss, I still haven’t managed to get the money together. Can I owe you for one more day?”
“Boss, I really don’t have any money. Could you give me a few more days?”
Looking at He Wanjing, who still hadn’t paid him a cent, Zhou Xuan said helplessly, “If you don’t have money, you can work here to pay off your debt.”
He Wanjing pouted and muttered a few complaints, but in the end she obediently stayed and gradually worked off the cost of her meals.
