Selling Chinese Food in the Apocalypse and Picking Up a God of War as a Security Guard

[Synopsis] State banquet-level chef Su Wan transmigrated into a book, becoming the ultimate pitiful scapegoat in an apocalypse novel who had all her supplies drained by a scumbag man and a toxic woman, only to be pushed downstairs to feed the zombies. Su Wan sneered. You want to use me as a stepping stone? With a reverse kick, she booted the two of them out the door to feed the zombies. Carrying a house full of supplies, she turned around swaggeringly and bound herself to the “Apocalyptic Chinese Restaurant System.” The red fog descended, order collapsed, and apocalyptic survivors fought head-over-heels for half a moldy biscuit. Yet outside the safety zone’s perimeter, a Chinese restaurant named “Wanwei” quietly opened for business. The versatile exchange box outside the door established ironclad rules: no bleeding-heart saintly behavior, no credit, and everything could be exchanged for points. “Clear broth noodles for ten points a bowl, one hundred percent purification of the zombie virus.” “Hot and sour shredded potatoes for fifty points a plate, temporarily increasing agility by ten percent.” “Buddha Jumps Over the Wall premium set meal now open for reservation; finishing it directly doubles your combat power.” As soon as the news broke, all the heavyweights of the apocalypse went crazy, waving high-tier crystal cores and lining up in long queues outside the door, begging only for Su Wan to spare them a bite of hot food. Facing the jealousy of hostile factions and the holdups of thugs, Su Wan didn’t even lift an eyelid. “Rule number three of the restaurant: troublemakers die. Li Jin, get to work.” The next second, the legendary number one god of war of the apocalypse—who supposedly should have died long ago in the zombie horde—walked out from the back kitchen wearing a little bear apron and carrying a dripping, blood-stained ice blade. After freezing ten thousand zombies in a single move, the ruthless and merciless god of war obediently handed a washed porcelain bowl to Su Wan. “Boss, I’ve finished mopping the floors today, and I killed the troublemakers too. Can I get a chicken leg for dinner?” — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Selling Chinese Food in the Apocalypse and Picking Up a God of War as a Security Guard — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠