[Food] [No Romance or Ambiguity] [System] [Comedic Absurdity]
Song Yu was a top chef in his previous life, but transmigrated to a world where food was a wasteland.
On his very first day, he was dumbfounded.
Hey, big guy, you haven't even cooked those noodles through, and you want to be a master chef?
Was this world crazy, or was he?
Song Yu wondered. Song Yu pondered. Song Yu accepted it.
To complete the System's food-collection mission, Song Yu decided to come out of retirement. But on his very first day selling chicken feet, the crowd blocked his shop, licked his pushcart clean, and even stripped his big brother, Song Hu, bare.
These people are terrifying!
So Song Yu grabbed a train and fled overnight.
This man, swift as the wind, arrived with a bang, then sped away when his customers lined up until they blocked the entire eighth street.
He waved his sleeves and left not a cloud behind, only his customers' tears and drool, which gathered into a sea.
Running away is fun for a while. Running away forever is fun forever. Song Yu left, leaving a huge mess behind.
"Wait, where did our boss go?"
"Come back, boss! I swear I'll never crawl through your drains again!"
"Help! My lotus-leaf chicken, don't go!"
"My chicken feet! How am I supposed to live without you?!"
(The protagonist has skills of his own. The System isn't a cheat or a golden finger.)
