Damn it! Shui Qingqian was an orphan with no parents, no pets, and no children, and she accidentally died. A deranged stalker of her best friend's older brother used her as a human sacrifice. What a raw deal! But then! As a passionate food lover, she transmigrated! She transmigrated into a food novel titled The Food God, Thanks to My Street Stall, a story with no official romantic pairing.
In the book, the aloof, handsome male lead, Jimo Momo, is chosen and bound by a food System. Starting with egg burgers outside the university, he steadily rises to the pinnacle of the culinary world and earns the title of Food God.
It's a fun story with a pure focus on food, though the ending drew protests from many readers. And this is the cheerful, lighthearted food novel Shui Qingqian transmigrated into.
She's still a "four-nothing" person: alone, with no one to rely on. The one thing that's a little better than her previous life is that she has enough savings to live comfortably, which makes her very happy. Just as she thinks she can spend her days in bliss, sampling delicious food, things start to seem a little off.
A string of murders in the university dorms, nursing home employees dismembered, people skinned and boiled in oil in an urban village... When Shui Qingqian once again holds a delicious meal from Jimo Momo, only to see a "head" rolling along the ground after her, she has to admit that the book she transmigrated into doesn't seem quite right.
Wasn't this supposed to be a food novel? Wasn't it supposed to be fun, lighthearted, and joyful? What gives? Could ghosts please stop getting in my face? This is obviously a supernatural horror novel disguised as a food novel!
