A Bowl of Everyday Delights, Enough to Make Gods and Demons Weep

[Not a Wish-Fulfillment Novel] [Laid-Back Daily Life] [Lighthearted and Witty] [No Female Lead] [No Angst] Enter with caution.

Gu Sansi inherited an unnamed tavern tucked away in a deep alley, open only at midnight.

The rules here were strange: it accepted no money, only stories.

Its customers could be anyone, or perhaps... not human.

A disillusioned Sword Immortal offered his life's cultivation, asking only for a plate of the drinking snack called "The Spirit of Youth"; a desperate Demon King offered a thousand years of cultivation just to taste "The Moonlight of Home"; even the legendary God of Death was willing to trade part of his authority for a steaming bowl of "The Everyday World."

And Gu Sansi was the chef who could turn all of it into dishes.

A bowl of soup called "Regret" could bring the gods of the Nine Heavens to tears.

A dish called "Courage" could help a mortal cut down the evil spirits of the past.

But trouble soon came knocking. The Heavenly Dao's overseers, who considered human emotions "impurities,"

planned to use absolute order to smooth everything away;

while the "Tide of Forgetting," which devoured concepts, was leading the entire world toward eternal silence.

The registrar of the Heavenly Balance Bureau: "Impossible! How could mere earthly warmth shake the order of the Heavenly Dao!"

An ancient god: "He... He actually made 'nothingness' itself into a dish?!"

Facing the gods and demons of all the heavens, Gu Sansi wiped his hands and smiled:

"There's nothing in this world a meal can't solve. And if there is, we'll just add another dish."

"Today, I'm treating the entire universe to dinner."