I Inherited a Restaurant Where the Customers Are Not Human Beings

Lin Ye inherited his grandfather's restaurant in the old city. The restaurant is not big, with four tables, and the signboard says "Midnight Restaurant". The rules left by my grandfather are very strange: the door is open from 0 to 3 in the morning, tea is served first after entering the door, there is always a mouthful of hot soup in the pot, and the kitchen knife cannot be pointed at the guests. On the first night of opening, Lin Ye understood who these rules were for. The first customer who walked in was a worker who had starved to death under a bridge. After eating a bowl of egg fried rice, Gui cried, saying that this was the first hot meal he had eaten in seven years. Lin Ye also cried, not because he was moved, but because he was scared. From then on, every early morning, the restaurant was filled with special guests. The child who drowned wanted to take a sip of the fish soup stewed by his mother, the delivery boy who died in the car accident was talking about delivering his last order, and the old woman who jumped off the building wanted to make another bowl of braised pork for her grandson. Lin Ye relied on his cooking skills to save ghosts, relied on the moral virtues given by ghosts to upgrade, and relied on a talking white cat to manage his accounts. Life went on like this until he dug out the account books that his grandfather had hidden for forty years in the kitchen. The names and wishes of all ghost guests are recorded in the account book. On the last page, his name was written. And under the three-hundred-year-old locust tree at the door, there has been a woman in red standing. I haven't walked past it since the day of my grandfather's funeral.