Selling Snacks in a Lovecraftian Apocalypse: I Feed the Evil Gods Until They're Adorable

[Cthulhu] + [Gourmet] + [Farming] + [Cute Pets] I swear, I never meant to make the apocalypse this ridiculous. But ever since I fired up my oven, the world’s gone completely off the rails. First, the indescribable ancient gods, drooling as they help me toss the wok, all just to score a staff meal. Then there’s a bunch of idiot players, holding up QR codes on their phones and wailing, “I’d give up ten years of being single for one order of the boss’s fried chicken cutlet!” The whole world is screaming, panicking, and struggling to survive. Meanwhile, my tiny food cart is peaceful and thriving, and has even pioneered the advanced interspecies business model of “pay first, pick up later.” So it can’t be too much to ask for a bowl of spicy malatang to unite another world, right?