I Set Up a Street Stall and Ended Up Ruling the Entire Galaxy

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This is an age when no one can restrain their appetite.

Here, humanity is divided into ordinary people, warriors, and saints. Recipes have been lost, and only saints can prepare delicious food to soothe warriors' mental energy.

Luma stared at a charred, unidentifiable lump, baffled.

"This is the food you were talking about?"

The white-robed saint sneered. "What nerve! I bet you don't even know how to wash vegetables!"

Luma: "..."

What a joke! He made his start running a street-food stall!

Luma heated oil in a wok, putting on a show of his signature wok-master skills: oil sizzling, spatula flipping, and ingredients bursting with fragrance!

A passing troop of warriors: "!!!"

Luma saved the army from going mad and dying. The strapping men knelt on the ground in tears, while Luma merely waved a hand.

"Easy, easy."

Not long after, four woks appeared by the roadside, and a long line formed in front of the stall. The Alliance's top leader arrived in full regalia, took a closer look at the queue, and recognized every face.

"The secretary-general, the colonel... Why is even the marshal here?"

"Didn't you say you looked down on low-ranking saints?!"

Luma, wearing a mask, worked busily over the stove. "Take it easy, take it easy. There's enough for everyone!"

Enough! For! Everyone!

The people of the stars wept with joy. "It's been so long since we've seen such a saintly saint 😭😭😭"

Luma, with oil all over his hands: "???"

Theme: Even a roadside stall can be full of warmth and love.