Not Even a Ghost Would Eat My Cooking

The female lead is a total weakling.

One day, she is sent into an infinite-flow world.

She makes it through the terrifying first day with her teammates, trembling with fear. When hunger strikes that night, she silently sheds tears while secretly making herself a little something to eat.

The food simmers in the pot, bubbling and filling the air with its delicious aroma.

Then she notices a ghost standing in the darkness at the doorway, half its face showing, staring at her expressionlessly.

From then on, he comes by every night...

To watch her.

To watch her.

To watch her.

The heroine hasn't died, but she's been scared half to death. After going over it again and again, she finally realizes that the ghost isn't looking at her, but at her pot.

Her hands trembling, she scoops a spoonful of food from the steaming pot.

She holds it out to the ghost. "W-want to try some?"

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Theme: Eat well every day