I, the proprietress of an ordinary barbecue restaurant, woke up and was bound to a mysterious space.
There's not much space, just three things:
A room with a combination lock that zombies cannot break through and people with super powers cannot blast open;
A mobile barbecue stall can do business wherever it is placed;
In addition, there is an annoying system that urges me to complete tasks every day.
"Today's task: grill 100 skewers of mutated beast meat, and the reward space will be expanded by 10 square meters."
"Side mission: Collect 50 low-level crystal cores, and the reward will be 500,000 to the modern account."
Others are hiding here and there in the last days, but I have a house, a business, and a system in the last days.
Go back to modern times and lie down during the day, and go to the wasteland to set up a stall at night. It's safe and secure.
I only have one rule:
Cash payment, no credit allowed. Once the crystal core is in place, you can bake anything.
The strongest superpower carried a bag of high-grade crystal cores and slapped them on my table: "It's all roasted."
I counted the crystal cores until I became weak, so I turned back to Hyundai and paid full price for a river view room.
Later, there was a saying spread in Doomsday Base:
The world can be destroyed, but her barbecue stall cannot collapse.
After all, everyone in Doomsday knows that no one can offend BBQ Xishi.
Because there is an S-class boss standing behind her, waiting to turn skewers for her every day.
