A Barbecue Stall from the Start? I Cross the Entire Apocalypse and Strike It Rich

Shi Jin transmigrated into the apocalyptic novel she had just opened. She had only glanced at the villainess's name and grumbled that it was the same as hers when her head spun. The next thing she knew, she had transmigrated! Not only was she forced to bind herself to a barbecue System, but her beginner's gift turned out to be a battered old pushcart stall! The location was random every time, and even the food on the menu was random! Fortunately, Shi Jin was pleased to find that no matter how many skewers she made, survivors would always chase after her, scrambling to pay. A simple skewer of grilled potato slices conquered countless survivors' taste buds. They wished they could line up to buy them every single day. A seemingly ordinary grilled chicken drumstick turned out to be so fragrant that survivors drooled at the sight of it. And then there were the salty, crispy grilled potato spirals, and grilled starch sausages with crisp skins and firm, meaty insides. One bite was so delicious, they could hardly stop themselves from swallowing their tongues along with it! The flavor was one of a kind, and the benefits were so amazing that everyone clamored to get some! But no one knew when it began: a strange phenomenon started spreading through the apocalypse. Everyone became obsessed with Shi Jin's barbecue stall. The ones with enhanced senses of smell were especially determined, competing with the mutant dogs to scour the area every day, all so they could get their hands on those long-awaited delicacies first. Shi Jin's barbecue stall became a sensation, with a crowd of people following behind, howling for food. "Boss Shi, could you please stop moving to a different place every time?!!!" "She's set up outside Base XX. I confirmed it myself: Boss Shi is here, hurry over!" Reading guide: No romance, food, and a focus on her career. One-line summary: I made a fortune selling barbecue in the apocalypse~