My name is Wang Dachui, an ordinary young man who sells egg-fried rice at Haicheng night market. My greatest achievement in life is that the fried rice does not stick to the pan.
Until that night, there was a sudden "ding" in my head.
[Food fate system activated], cooking skills are directly empowered, and knife skills are fully developed.
Since then, his small dining cart has become the most mysterious urban legend in Haicheng.
You can set up stalls as you like and come and go at random.
If you are in a good mood, you will come out late at night, but if you are in a bad mood, it will disappear within three days.
Who you sell or who you don't sell all depends on your taste.
But the more this happens, the crazier the diners become. Diners all over the city are frantically sweeping the streets, conducting information wars, and tracking across the city just for this one bite.
System slogan: "Food is only for those who are destined to be together, but money for those who are not destined will not be sold to you."
