There are three iron rules in late-night dining halls: welcome guests at midnight, turn off the lights when you are ugly, and never sit in the third seat when you see an empty seat.
On the first day of Luo Wanghai's vigil, the third rule was crushed by him. When he sat on the forbidden seat, blood began to ooze from the cracks in the walls of the entire cafeteria, and all the diners' heads turned around - all of them were in his face.
No one knew that Luo Wanghai could hear the "voice" of the rules, and every taboo clause was quietly revealing flaws in his ears. While the other night watchmen were frantically trying to survive, he slowly turned over the recipes: "This rule tastes good."
From now on, the Weird Canteen has a new rule: Luo Wanghai's menu is the only recipe for your survival. And when the weird global rules came and others were still hanging on, he was already considering whether to chain this canteen to the deepest part of the abyss.
