Since you have chosen to be an accountant, you must have a calm temper and a meticulous mind.
Then, I was sent to the apocalyptic world.
Why bother? ! Why am I, an old social animal, here trying to steal the job of a middle school boy?
I can't do it, so say goodbye!
I had no choice but to make some spicy boiled fish to comfort the mood of the teenagers who were fighting the monster to the death.
Of course, as there is no "animal" to escape from, it is inevitable to develop my own financial life here...
Concept: The apocalypse is a mess, and an accountant who loves to cook will mend it.