I, Jiang Nuan, was the Netherworld's worst-performing ferryman, and I nearly got fired for failing to meet my KPIs. With no other choice, I opened a "Heartwarming Canteen" by the River of Forgetfulness, only to discover that my cooking could resolve the lingering obsessions of the dead.
A bowl of sweet soup helped a drowned ghost move on in peace. A bowl of hot porridge soothed a soul-sweeping old man's century-old regret. The canteen became a hit, and even Lady Meng came by to challenge me in person.
But when the Daoist sect presented me with fragments of an ancient divine artifact, and my cold-faced boss, Bai Wuchang, began secretly helping me, Jiang Nuan finally realized that her canteen had long been caught up in a vast conspiracy that could overturn the Three Realms.
Beneath my spatula, I stir-fry the thoughts of the dead, and the fate of heaven and earth.
