Three Meals, Six Seasons

[Plot version]

I, Jiang Zhinian, transmigrated into a world where the supernatural was making a comeback. I opened a private kitchen called Three Meals, Six Seasons.

By day, I serve the living, and life is peaceful.

At six in the evening, the courtyard gate randomly connects to a terrifying realm. Hundreds of ghosts come drawn by the aroma and line up for a meal.

While everyone else trembles in fear in these eerie realms, desperately seeking a way to survive,

I tie on my apron, heat the wok, and slap the payment scanner down beside the bloodstained rules of the instance:

“House rules: Pay first, eat after.”

“Fair exchange, no cheating young or old.”

So the Painted-Skin Demon offers me three beautiful faces, just to learn how to paint the look of someone deeply loved.

The headless general stakes the command seal hidden in his chest for a serving of spicy barbecue that reminds him of home.

Meng Po secretly learns to make my double-skin milk pudding, but then trades the secret of the other shore flowers at the Bridge of Helplessness for the real recipe.

The Black and White Guardians of Death nearly tear apart the core of the [Wangchuan's Tides] realm as they fight over the last bowl of spicy hotpot.

All I have to do is glance at the “cashier” beside me,

the black-haired figure lazily peeling garlic for me, and she will lift her eyes.

In an instant, every ghost falls silent.

They all call her an “ancient savage beast,” and tremble at the very mention of her.

[Reading guide]

One-on-one romance, happy ending. A tender-hearted, unhinged beauty of a restaurant owner × an ancient serpent god driven mad with hunger

No System, just professional experience

[Romance version]

Jiang Zhinian finds a black snake.

The snake is beautiful, but it keeps trying to eat her.

She starts cooking for the snake every day.

Later, the snake turns into a black-haired beauty with red eyes, brooding and domineering, yet willing to bow her head only to Jiang Zhinian.

“Jiang Zhinian, I'm hungry.”

“There's food in the pot.”

“I don't want food.”

“...Then what do you want to eat?”

The beauty leans down, pressing her forehead to Jiang Zhinian's. “You.”

May 8, 2026, 08:28:16

Theme: While others try to escape, I open a restaurant. Healing by day, emotionally devastating by night.