My Apocalypse Boyfriend Is a Cooking Pot

The apocalypse has arrived, and supplies are precious. Fang Ru, however, has ended up with a glutton. But why is it a medicinal pot?! It doesn’t grow, gets hungry quickly, and will chew on her soul if she doesn’t feed it! Fine. To earn food for the pot, Fang Ru rolls up her sleeves and gets to work. But… how did she accidentally make herself a fortune? The pot, bound by a contract of servitude, sniffles: “I’m hungry. I want food.” Slave-driving Fang Ru brandishes her little whip: “There are still a thousand doses of this supercharged potion to brew before I finish the order. You’ll eat when they’re done.” The villainous Third Uncle hides behind the wall: “Wait, isn’t that pot our ancestral weapon of mass destruction? How come she’s not only still alive, but thriving?” Fang Ru and the pot both shoot him murderous glares! Hey, Third Uncle, don’t run! Why did you send him to me / send me to her? Get back here so we can have a little talk about life!