I Traveled to the Apocalypse to Cook, and the Iceberg Boss Relied on Me.

Shen Luxi is the head chef of Wanli Piaoxiang Restaurant in Dayuan Chao, and he can feed the diners all over the city with his unique skills. A fire burned down the restaurant, and she thought she was going to die - when she opened her eyes again, she saw a mirror with a broken corner in front of her, reflecting a strange woman with short hair and a short skirt, and a work badge hanging around her neck. The calendar says June 17, 2025. She didn't understand what a mobile phone was, or what a doomsday warning was, but she could smell it - the smell in the air had changed. Three days later, heavy rain washed away the world. People exposed to the rain mutate, water and electricity are cut off, and order collapses. While others were grabbing the compressed biscuits, she took out the bronze tripod from her arms. Grow vegetables, cook, feed yourself—what if the end of the world comes? She Shen Luxi would never starve to death in any world. But I didn't expect that the cold-faced man who was covered in blood and unconscious after being rescued from the heavy rain would actually say the first thing he said when he opened his eyes - "This time, I will never let you die in front of me again." Shen Luxi: ... Who are you? On the seventh day of the apocalypse, her small restaurant opened. A bowl of cabbage and tofu soup made people in shantytowns cry. On the thirtieth day of the end of the world, her vegetable garden produced the first crop of tomatoes. People in the core area can't sit still. On the 100th day of the apocalypse, the coldest ice boss in the entire base appeared at her stove on time every day—— "What are you doing today?" "It has nothing to do with you." "Then I'll wait here." On the 300th day of the end of the world, bandits besieged the city and strange beasts attacked the wall. She brought out a bowl of porridge with various flavors—— "Do you want to eat it or not? If you eat this bowl of porridge, you are mine."