[Urban ghost stories + food healing + monster workplace]
I dreamed that the rules of the restaurant were very strange:
1. We don't take delivery of babies' orders in the early hours of the morning.
2. If the boss doesn't smoke, don't give him fire
3. It is forbidden to flirt with store clerks
As the "only" human (pseudo) delivery person in the store, Jiang Shuai is either delivering food or on the way to deliver food every day - customers include but are not limited to: the thousand-year-old painted ghost living in an unfinished building, the zombie programmer who relies on blood-sucking takeout to survive, the mysterious old lady who lights incense candles at the intersection...
Until one day, he received an order to be sent to the wilderness:
"Boy, after this order is delivered, you can live until the end of the month."
Boss Meng Qi flicked the cigarette that would never light up.
"If I can't deliver it, you will be the food tonight."
At the same time, a stupid Qing Lichuang known as "Shaman" broke into the city carrying an imitation steel knife, insisting on "eliminating demons and defending the Tao"...
A small restaurant, two inconspicuous employees, countless inhuman customers - open today!
