Entertainment’s Strongest Master Chef

Ye Xiaotian had transmigrated to a parallel world that was 90% similar to Earth. However, compared to his predecessors who were shining brightly, he only wanted to be a good Master Chef.

A 7-yuan fried pancake was sold for 188 Yanxia dollars, and each person could only eat one serving per meal, but it was still in short supply.

No reservations were accepted here, regardless of whether you were a big shot in politics, a tycoon in the business world, or a superstar. You have to welcome me with a smile!

"Brother Xiaotian, I won’t be filming tonight. Can I stay at your house for the night?”Sister Shu, who had just finished filming, blinked her big eyes with an expectant expression.

"Brother Xiaotian, everyone…is at my house. As long as you come over to cook, we’ll agree to any request of yours!”Yang Bei clung onto Ye Xiaotian’s body like a little kitten, as if she would not come down unless he agreed.