I Want to Be a Chef, Not the Emperor of the Universe

I’m the heir to the God of Cookery, and my lifelong dream was simply to open a little restaurant and take it easy. Instead, one bowl of Heartbreak Rice took down space pirates, one spicy hot pot ended a galactic war, and one dessert soothed a rebellious planet. The most beautiful and deadliest cold-hearted huntress in the universe follows me around every day, all for a taste of my cooking. In an age when everyone survives on instant nutritional paste, my food outshines the cannons aboard every planet-destroyer. The moment I slammed down my wok ladle and roared, every war in the universe came to a halt.