Gourmet: Setting Up a Stall by the Grave, Making Female Ghosts Drool

[Gourmet] [Comedy] [Absurd] [Vengeful Ghosts on the Attack]

"Boss, this hot and sour vermicelli... packs more punch than Meng Po's soup!"

Xiao Wen, a female ghost who'd just finished a good cry, sniffled with her nose reddened by the chili. Slurping her noodles, she pointed at her chest. "Can I pay with a fragment of my grudge over being bullied? Will that cover it?"

My name is Lin Chen. I was once the youngest head chef at a five-star hotel. Now I run a street stall in a mass graveyard in the western suburbs.

That's because a [Underworld God of Food System] forcibly bonded with me and told me, "Either sell food to ghosts, or get eaten by them."

Business is steady. All my customers are souls who died unjustly.

A schoolgirl ghost who fell from a building, a veteran who died in battle, an evil spirit who murdered people in a string of killings...

They trade "grudge fragments" for my cooking. Each fragment holds an unsolved case from the world of the living.

I use the fragments to stay alive and unlock recipes, and, along the way... the System makes me question my sanity.

A friendly reminder:

This story is also known as My Customers Aren't Human and What Do I Do When the System Keeps Trying to Feed Me to the Boss?

· The suspense stays intense throughout, while the comedy offers occasional comfort. Best not to read alone late at night... especially when you're hungry.

· Finally, my stall makes this solemn promise: no gutter oil, no skimping on cilantro, and no shortchanging vengeful ghosts, because they really will come knocking.

👻 The midnight hour has arrived, and the stove is blazing again.

The first bowl of hot and sour vermicelli is coming right up, and the first customer is on their way...

Want to come try some?

(If you're fainthearted, bring your own garlic. The living aren't served, but you're welcome to watch the ghosts' mukbang reactions.)