After her death, Ling Jing bound with a business management system and was randomly dropped into an apocalyptic parallel world where flora and fauna had mutated.
When the system asked her to name her restaurant, she thought for a moment and typed: Chinese Restaurant.
In a mutant apocalypse, all plants and animals have turned into the enemy.
Starving, dying survivors looked on in pure disbelief when they caught the scent of roasted potatoes.
Taking a bite of roasted sweet potato, their tears flowed right alongside their drool.
Ling Jing: You haven’t seen anything yet.
As more recipes unlocked—hot and sour shredded potatoes, sweet and sour pork ribs, Sichuan boiled fish; spicy malatang, hotpot, street barbecue; Chinese pulled-pork burgers (roujiamo), lamb stew with pita (yangrou paomo), stir-fried potato, eggplant, and peppers (di san xian)…
The irresistible allure of Chinese cuisine drove humanity wild in the wasteland.
“These are all ‘Chinese’ dishes? Where on earth is ‘China’?! It’s incredible!”
Wait, what?!
Not only are these unheard-of delicacies, but they also detoxify, reduce mutant contamination, buff physical defenses, and help resist mutant beast invasions?!!!
“Boss, are you our prophesied savior?” a tearful diner choked out.
“No.” Ling Jing stacked the plates with a faint, calm smile. “I’m just the owner of a Chinese restaurant.”
