I Set up a Stall in the Doomsday Period, and I Fed the Evil God into a Cute Pet

Cthulhu+Food+Farming+Cute Pets I swear, I really didn't mean to make the end of the world so outrageous. But ever since I lit the fire in my oven, the look of the world has begun to fade away. There was an indescribable ancient god in front of me, drooling while helping me to spoon, just for the sake of the staff meal. Later, there was a group of sand sculpture players, holding high the QR code on their mobile phones, crying, "I would like to spend ten years of being single in exchange for a fried chicken steak from my boss!" The whole world is screaming, chaotic, and struggling. Only my little dilapidated food truck is peaceful and prosperous, and has even implemented the cross-species advanced business model of "pay first, pick up food later". So it shouldn't be too much to unify different worlds with a portion of Malatang, right?