You Told Me to Run a Stall to Make Ends Meet, So I Turned Customers In

[Urban Food + Night Market Street Stalls + Lighthearted Comedy + Rule Horror + No Female Lead]

“Officer, I’m turning myself in!”

“I’m a financial fraudster. The money is hidden in a compartment inside the fish tank at my villa!”

In front of a sizzling-plate stall at the night market, a man who had just finished a serving of sizzling bean sprouts suddenly burst into tears. In front of a street full of diners and livestreaming influencers, he confessed to all his crimes.

I, Chen Gou, the stall owner, watched as police swarmed around us, my spatula trembling in my hand.

I swear, I’m just a young guy who wants to lie flat and scrape by.

Who could have guessed that after I started buying supplies from the “Shanhai Ingredient Shop,” my life would spiral completely out of control!

All my ingredients came “alive,” and each one had its own ridiculous rules:

Eat [Truthful Bean Sprouts], and for ten minutes, the truth will stick in your throat. You have to say it!

Eat [Socially Fearless Squid] by mistake, and even the most socially anxious person will hug a telephone pole and call it “big brother,” making the local news headlines!

Then there's the [Vanishing Presence Mushroom], which lets an invisible office nobody perfectly dodge the boss's 996 work grind and vanish on the spot at work...

A golden finger called the “Spirit Food Compendium” has bound itself to my mind, but it's always a “hindsight expert”!

Only after customers eat the ingredients and cause a sufficiently spectacular public incident does it settle the “fun points” and fill in the ingredients' true descriptions.

Welcome to my Gou Doesn't Care Sizzling Grill.

Every order is an uproarious social experiment with an unpredictable outcome.

A friendly reminder: Before you order, be sure to think about exactly what “problem” you want this meal to solve.