I'm just a cook, but my diners are a little bit special. From the resentful girl who refused to drink soup on the Naihe Bridge, to the intern ghost errand with the lowest performance, to the picky Tenth Palace Yama, they all had to queue up for me. A plate of "Meng Po's Broken Love Fried Rice" can make Li Gui let go of his obsession; a bowl of "Zhong Kui's courageous ramen" can make Gui Chai's performance soar. But remember the rules of our restaurant: when eating, you are not allowed to ask about your origins, and you are not allowed to talk about worldly affairs. The most important thing is that you are not allowed to pay the bill, otherwise, you will be the next dish.
