Lin Beichen inherited the late-night cafeteria left by his grandfather.
It opens at midnight and closes at three in the morning.
There's something not right about the guests who come.
The old ghost who had been hungry for a hundred years worked as a cook, and the lost child was actually a ball of white mist.
The female investigator from the Net Eclipse Department took a bite of egg fried rice and asked him, "Is there any more?"
The black market ingredients merchant smiled and handed over his business card: "Didn't your grandfather tell you - this canteen eats people?"
There is something suppressed under the stove. The seal has been cracked twice.
Lin Beichen put on his apron and started cooking.
Regardless of whether you are a human or a ghost, if you enter my canteen, you must abide by my rules.
