I Want to Be a Cook, Not Unicron

I, the heir of the God of Cooking, have dreamed all my life of opening a small restaurant, but a piece of ecstasy rice defeated the space pirates, a spicy hot pot calmed the space war, and a dessert coaxed the rebellious planet. The most beautiful and capable cold-blooded huntress in the universe chases after me every day, just to have a bite of my cooking. In this era when everyone is subsisting on instant nutritional pastes, my delicious food is better than the cannons on all Star Destroyers. When I fell off the horse spoon and roared, all the wars in the universe... All stopped.