I Sell Chinese Food in the Last Days and Pick up a God of War as a Security Guard

Introduction Su Wan, the chef at the state banquet level, changed into a book, and transformed into a great villain in a post-apocalyptic novel who was squeezed out of all his resources by a scumbag and a bitch, and was pushed downstairs to feed the zombies. Su Wan sneered, want to use me as a stepping stone? She kicked them out of the door to feed the zombies, turned around with a room full of supplies, and bound the "apocalyptic Chinese restaurant system". The red mist descends, order collapses, and the survivors of the apocalypse fight for half a piece of moldy biscuit. On the periphery of the security base, a Chinese restaurant called "Wanwei" quietly opened. The universal exchange box outside the door sets an iron rule: no credit, no credit, everything can be exchanged for points. "Ten points for a bowl of clear noodle soup, which can 100% purify zombie viruses." "Fifty points for a plate of spicy and sour potato shreds, temporarily increasing agility by 10%." "Buddha jumps over the wall premium package is available for pre-order, and your combat power will be doubled immediately after eating it." As soon as the news came out, all the bosses in the apocalypse went crazy. They lined up outside the door waving high-level crystal cores, just asking Su Wan for a hot meal. Faced with the jealousy of hostile forces and the robbery of thugs, Su Wan didn't even raise his eyelids. "The third rule of the store is that those who cause trouble will die. Li Jin, get to work." The next second, the legendary first god of war in the apocalypse, who should have died in the tide of corpses long ago, walked out of the kitchen wearing a bear apron and carrying an ice blade dripping with blood. After freezing ten thousand zombies with one move, the ruthless God of War obediently handed the washed porcelain bowl to Su Wan. "Boss, we've finished mopping the floor today and killed all the troublemakers. Can we have chicken drumsticks for dinner?"