I Raise a Chef in a Food Desert

[Food healing novel] The person is in the interstellar space and has just crossed over. But why do others have golden fingers and I don't? Oh, it turns out I'm the golden finger, so that's okay. The man who was bound was really handsome, and miserable. He couldn't even afford to eat. What's even more frightening is that he may sell me out at any time! In order to survive, I, the soul of a top chef, can only tearfully become a smart box AI. "Dear master, do you want to eat?" From then on, I embarked on the road of no return to becoming an interstellar chef. I have thousands of classic recipes in my mind. From the slums to the richest man in the catering industry, from one person to a Man-Han banquet, the entire galaxy is starting to go crazy for this spoonful of oriental flavor! But gradually, the style of painting began to change. This man actually greeted me, a broken box, and even hugged me to sleep every day... PS: This is an article with the theme of eating and drinking. I hope it will bring you fun after work and study. Absolutely no abuse, no mistakes, no entanglements, just relax and enjoy.