I opened a fortune-telling shop on the corner of the street that said "no money is allowed". I just wanted to live in peace. Until that day, a beautiful woman covered in blood fell in front of my stall. I calculated with my fingers that she was actually codenamed "Rakshasa", a top killer who made the underground world fearful, but at this moment she lost all her memory. There was no other way. It was calculated that it was my destiny, so I had no choice but to take it home. From then on, I taught her how to use chopsticks, go to the supermarket, and enjoy a warm daily life; while she used her slippers to beat the provocative martial arts masters to death, and used a spatula to knock away international mercenaries. The whole world is looking for the missing Rakshasa, but no one knows that she is wearing an apron and asking me whether I want sweet and sour pork ribs or braised pork tonight.
