With One Good Meal Every Day, I Become the World Lord

Ryan, whose soul traveled to another world, became a lonely little border lord. The territory is a wasteland next to the Warcraft Forest, and there is only one elf with a broken leg who is about to starve to death. With nothing left and no bright future ahead - until he discovers he has a golden finger: one meal a day, but completely random. Malatang revives the spirit, and braised chicken brings trust. He tore up the deeds of sale and turned the slaves he bought into willing companions; He relied on forest gathering, goblin planting, and dwarf iron to grow a city from the wasteland. Others rely on the army to open borders, but he relies on a good meal. I don't know since when, being able to have a good meal has become the highest honor of the people!