I Cook to Help the Dead Pass On

Interstellar traveling chef An Zhounian transmigrates after an accident while searching for ingredients. By a twist of fate, he inherits a little restaurant thanks to his rather useless cooking-type supernatural ability, and people come to respectfully call him Boss An. There's a saying: Eat his cooking and the living find peace on the spot, while the dead ascend to heaven on the spot. A stubborn old man refuses to be reincarnated, leaving the staff in despair. Boss An calmly sets a plate of tomato and scrambled eggs before him. Drawn by the familiar aroma, the old man eats every last bite, then lets out a sigh. His figure gradually fades in the morning light. The staff at the Underworld Office, still in despair: ...? A habitual thief, gradually mutating and slipping out of control, cries as he eats a plate of napa cabbage, pork, and glass noodles: "Waaah... it tastes like Grandma's cooking!" As soon as he finishes speaking, he vanishes in a puff of smoke and ascends to heaven on the spot. The Underworld Office's pursuers, who were after him: ??? And so, the reputation of Anxin Kitchen makes its way onto the Underworld Office's radar. Whenever someone refuses reincarnation and won't be sent on, or a fugitive suddenly disappears, the office staff instinctively make a trip to the little restaurant, and they always come away with something worthwhile. Looking at their KPIs climbing right before their eyes, the office staff can smile as they send themselves off. Boss An is awarded a banner by the Underworld Office, inscribed: "A royal chef among us, a living bodhisattva in this world." An Zhounian covers his face and sighs: "I never thought my trash ability would have its day in the sun!" Reader's guide: 1. No CP. This is mainly a food story, about Niannian's everyday work running the restaurant and cooking, in a calm and earnest style. 2. The logic has probably been eaten up by the customers in the story and the author, as a side dish. 3. This story is entirely fictional, with enormous amounts of authorial invention. Don't take the recipes as real-world advice. The author accepts no responsibility if you get sick from eating them. 4. If you have any other landmines, bring your own detector. 5. Exclusive to Jinjiang. No reproduction of any kind. The author's earnest advice: There may be countless authors, but only one person who catches your eye. Even if you hate it, keep reading, and we'll both be in tears. Check the author's profile for proof of reliable updates. If you like it, click "Follow Author" and join the runway parade. Theme: Food carries more than just flavor. It also holds unforgettable memories and love.