I Won Over the Entire Legion with My Cooking

Ye Qi didn’t remember he was a transmigrator until he was twenty. He had transmigrated into a book. But by then, the story had already ended. As the nuisance who’d meddled in the romance between the protagonist gong and shou, he’d been driven out of Capital Star and sent to a garrison base on the Alliance’s frontier, where he went to seek refuge with his childhood betrothed. Who knew the protagonist gong and shou would worry he hadn’t suffered enough? They went out of their way to tell his cheap fiancé all about his past idiotic behavior, so even the only person he could turn to rejected him and wanted to send him away. Ye Qi refused to leave. During their scuffle, he hit his head, and that was when he remembered his past life. Ye Qi: ... A person can’t even empathize with the person they were a second ago... With no other choice, he had to fend for himself. This godforsaken place was crawling with alien beasts. The defense forces chugged two nutrition shots a day, gulping them down before heading out to fight. It was so miserable that even Ye Qi felt like crying! Damn it, how had he survived the first twenty years of his life? This was an insult to his identity as the owner of a restaurant! An insult! Looking at the two million his cheap fiancé had put in his account, Ye Qi thought he had a good idea. He wasn’t leaving. Ye’s Little Eatery was open for business! A new little eatery had opened at the base. At first, the defense force soldiers only went in out of curiosity. Then they saw a handsome, pretty young owner, wearing an apron and smiling as he asked what they wanted to eat. Before they could lose themselves in his smile, the fragrant food stole their souls. What? People were supposed to eat meals? Meals had separate main courses, side dishes, desserts, fruit, and soup? So which should they choose, rice or noodles? Red-braised pork, spicy chicken, sweet-and-sour ribs, steamed fish... Slurp... Every soldier who walked into the little eatery handed his wallet to the pretty young owner, swearing he’d be back! More and more soldiers came to eat at the little restaurant. Ye Qi gradually became too busy to keep up, so he hired a kitchen hand. Then someone who couldn’t stand seeing Ye Qi make money showed up with a gang to smash the place, only to be kicked out by the kitchen hand. The soldiers rolled up their sleeves, ready to stand up for Ye Qi: “Haha, Major General, what are you doing here?” Ye Qi: “Major General? Where? Isn’t that my cheap fiancé?” Ye Qi turned to look at his handsome, perfectly proportioned employee. With a pop, his face turned red... Two years later, the protagonist gong and shou finally graduated from military academy and joined the defense forces. Their enthusiastic comrades brought them to the little eatery to welcome them. Ye Qi came out wearing a cute little apron, took one look, and said: “Oh, you’re here. Everyone else can eat whatever they like, but you two... First, call me ‘Major General’s wife’...” Another silly interstellar foodie novel. It’s full of over-the-top scenes where the protagonist makes tomato and egg stir-fry and everyone cries out that he’s a culinary genius. What can I say? This hopeless author loves that kind of thing. My next preorder, Growing Crops in the Wasteland with an Elf Character Sheet, is open. Please add it to your favorites, dear readers! Luo Jia had stayed up all night playing a game. When he opened his eyes, he’d transmigrated. The landscape around him was covered in blowing sand, crumbling ruins, ships taking off and landing, and rampant radiation. Great, it’s a wasteland. We’re doomed! Fortunately, Luo Jia came with an elf character sheet. He could detoxify himself, use his elven bloodline to grow all kinds of plants, purify radiation, and improve food. Before he knew it, he’d become the supreme god in the hearts of the wasteland’s inhabitants! The leader of District Twelve brought back a noble young man from outside. When they heard the news, everyone rushed over to take a look. The anti-pollution cloth wrapped around him was pulled away, revealing a young man with skin as white as snow, cool and holy as moonlight and the stars. His hair was disheveled, and he sat on the ground with his fine clothes trailing around him. The divine-looking young man smiled at them, his eyes full of pity. “What on earth do you people eat? How pitiful. Would you like to try some good food?” Su had been born in a polluted zone. He knew nothing of his parents or what it meant to be full or hungry, and struggled to survive like a stray dog in the wasteland, scorned by the nobles. As he’d always wanted, he grew up to be an executioner. He declared himself a rebel and became the mad dog no one in District Twelve dared provoke. Until the day he snatched someone from those scum in District Ten. From that moment on, he had a name and a god of his own. Su You: “If I stole it, then it’s mine!” Theme: The comforts of everyday life bring joy to the heart.