(Abandoned)
The Spring God Chang Qing slept for hundreds of years. When she opened her eyes, she had become an orphan named Chang Qing. She had no parents, just a tiny thirty-square-meter restaurant at the end of an alley, a place to live, and a mountain of debt.
To earn her diners' positive emotions and break the seal on her body, Chang Qing had no choice but to return to work at the restaurant.
At first, no one paid the new place any attention. The menu had flashy names, the owner was all looks, and the restaurant seemed eager to sell everything and make a quick buck.
"How could any of it possibly taste good?"
Later, the customers lined up, practically begging the owner to learn how to be in two places at once.
"What kind of heavenly delicacy is pear with shrimp!"
"The owner should open a dessert shop. That pear-skin and apricot drink cleared my head!"
Chang Qing: "Because I added a spoonful of moonlight."
"The night market barbecue is the best of all. Chili powder is the GOAT!"
Chang Qing: "Because I added a spoonful of sunlight."
"Breakfast deserves some love too! We're all surviving on authentic breakfast!"
Chang Qing: Because I've been alive long enough.jpg
The Spring God kept adding new customers to her collection.
Her human customers ranged from college students and elderly morning joggers to famous professors, top-tier stars, and the country's richest person.
Nonhuman customers came by in droves too.
A false rumor spread among the spirits that the God of Cooking had returned to the kitchen.
Even Taoist priests volunteered to work for free just to get staff meals.
Evil gods wanted by a special department fell into their hands just to get in line!
Chang Qing: That's a rumor. The God of Cooking can't cook as well as the Spring God. Thank you.
#Put your sweet dreams in the fridge, or they'll spoil
#A spoonful of sunlight, spicy and flavorful
A few supernatural dishes
Note:
1. Fantasy food story, set in an imaginary world.
2. There is a couple, but the romance may not get much page time.
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Coming soon: The Conquest Targets Are All Here to Help Me Build an Empire
Yue Qiong played a full-dive simulation game about running a garden.
Every NPC was handsome and exquisitely designed, as if they belonged in an otome game.
Yue Qiong, ruthless, hardcore player: Assign them to work without mercy.
NPC 1: A silver-haired butler with a perfectly composed smile and impeccable service.
Yue Qiong: The butler must know how to repair streetlights and lay paving stones.
NPC 2: A CEO in a suit, with a flashy luxury car that came with its own BGM, and money to burn.
Yue Qiong: If he can drive a Lamborghini, he can drive a tractor.
NPC 3: A gentle doctor in a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, always asking after everyone's health.
Yue Qiong: The doctor can surely work as a veterinarian.
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As she played, Yue Qiong discovered... the game was real!
The NPCs were all real people, and they looked at her with complicated expressions.
The in-game coins became real money, and the garden became a world-class resort.
Had she accidentally become the richest person in the world?
Blurb 2:
When the conquerors entered the world, they said, "We'll leave as soon as we meet the conditions."
Some time later,
The butler was teaching himself a hundred ways to handle construction and renovation.
The CEO was researching what tractors and Lamborghinis had in common.
The doctor really was treating patients: "Xiaotian will be back on his feet soon."
The conquerors looked at one another: Weren't we supposed to leave as soon as we met the conditions?
Note: The heroine is a ruthless free-to-play player with an unusual way of thinking.
Premise: Produce independently and work hard. Create wealth with your own hands.
The whimpering was actually during the Chinese New Year... I thought it was over
The author poisoned me and I still can't eat it
I didn't know when my left hand opened the drawer and took out snacks. Now the biscuits are in my mouth, but! Still no skewers!
Isn't it right? Eating a little oil and sugar is not worthy of sex?
Hahaha, it's okay for the boss to eat first.
Huh? So many delicious foods?
Cook a table of dishes, and if we can't agree, we will cook Party A's dishes to save our lives. It's so funny, hahahahahahahaha, so cute.
Ahhhhh, I've finished reading it again!
Hello, happy new year
Yes, pigs are chore animals, and sheep eat grass. I think sheep tripe might taste better.