Shen Qingning inherited her great-grandmother’s shabby bookstore. She thought it would be a burden, but then discovered it was home to a group of underfed little monsters.
A young nine-tailed fox was so hungry it was skin and bones. The book spirit hid behind the shelves and sneered, “Here comes another terrible cook.” Grandma Kitchen God poked her head out from the stove, raised her spatula, and asked, “Did you bring sugar?”
She casually made a bowl of egg fried rice, and after the little fox finished eating, a blue flame sprang from the tip of its tail.
Before long, its second tail sprouted with a little pop.
The book spirit slammed an ancient text onto the floor. “Are you the reincarnation of the God of Food?!”
Grandma Kitchen God burst into tears. “I’ve waited three hundred years for this day.”
Once the news spread, the monsters went wild.
A wolf demon with a severed tail, a withering flower spirit, a petrified mountain god... All kinds of little monsters crowded into the bookstore, crying, “God of Food, please save us!”
But the aloof, ascetic celestial master who came by every day to mooch a meal had begun looking at her in a rather strange way.
Only later did she learn that he had been her archenemy in a past life.
It's very beautiful, but I don't know why, but there is a faint sadness. Grandma is gone, but she remains in the hearts of Qingning, Mo Mo, Grandma Fu, Rongrong, Xiaoba, and even the monsters of Qingyan Town. Very warm, plain, but very attractive
A very healing and heart-warming book.
It's warm and feels good, come on.