Reborn as the Cook of an Assassin Family

[A silly, sweet rom-com: a super-strong cutie versus a male ghost with off-the-charts possessiveness] I found a job as a cook for an assassin family. Great pay, easy work, and my employer was easy on the eyes. Everything was perfect, except this family was a little strange. On my first day, my employer gave me a maid outfit, saying it was my chef’s uniform. On my second day, my employer gave me a bottle of poison and told me to put it in every meal. Me: “0, 0 You want me to put it in everyone’s food?” Employer: “Everyone’s.” On my third day, my employer came back and said I hadn’t used enough poison. The family hadn’t enjoyed their food enough. Me: “...” Holding the bottle of poison, I began to question my life. Was it supposed to improve the flavor? Then I’d better add more. * Everyone knows how terrifying the world’s top assassin family is, but no one knows what truly makes them so frightening. Until one day, people saw a cute cook in a maid outfit wielding a frying pan, easily taking down a ferocious beast several times her height and dragging it into her little kitchen. As you’d expect from an assassin family, even their cook is incredibly powerful! What people don’t know is that this cute cook is the real terror of the assassin family. No one can rival her “dark” cooking. Everyone who’s tried her food has been horrified, terrified, and in agony. Only one long-haired employer praised her after tasting it: “Your cooking has improved again.” Everyone else: “??!” #A master chef reborn #The heroine is immune to dark energy; the male lead is dark energy incarnate #Third-person narration #You don’t need to know the original work to enjoy this [Coming next: Interstellar Idol] Dorothea, a 21st-century idol adored by everyone, who had long topped the global music charts at number one and was hailed as the world’s most popular genius superstar, transmigrated after an accident during a performance. The dazzling scenery on the street was something she’d only ever seen in cyberpunk games. On colorful holographic billboards, robotic idols performed and sang with perfect technique but not a trace of soul. Humanity was then embroiled in a war against alien races and ferocious beasts. Behind the glittering prosperity was a desperate dirge with no way out. Penniless, Dorothea stood on a desolate, dilapidated red-light district street. A discarded ad drifted past her feet: “Want to be famous? An opportunity to become the idol of the entire universe is waiting for you. Contact brain-computer ID: xxxxxx.” Dorothea picked up the flyer, the corners of her mouth lifting into a cute little dimple. “An idol for the whole universe? That sounds pretty good.” Interstellar war was brutal and cold. Countless people risked their lives to protect humanity’s last home. Whenever they were driven to despair, a voice in song gave them strength, keeping them going through one brutal battle after another as they fought back with everything they had. One day, as Dorothea once again led her band, “Star of Hope,” to perform live across the stars on the front lines, a group of elite aliens stormed in, trying to wipe out all hope. Just as all of humanity was collapsing into despair, they watched in shock as the sweet, adorable, ever-smiling girl they called the “War Songstress” stepped forward, singing as she went. Her voice shattered every enemy. That day, her voice rang throughout the universe. People across the stars: “What do you mean, she’s an idol?!” Afterward, the aliens and the interstellar government urgently updated their classified files: “Top-tier sound-based esper: Dorothea. Threat level: Extremely high.” A hundred years later, the war was over and the Alliance had been unified. At a victory banquet, Dorothea met a controversial hybrid whom both aliens and humans avoided discussing, a cold man who had almost single-handedly ended the war and was known as the “War Machine.” He walked up to her and introduced himself: “I grew up listening to your songs.” Dorothea: “??” She didn’t know that this hybrid, regarded as a disgrace by both peoples, had found the courage to keep living in her songs. That was the stain he was desperate to erase. Theme: Food can bring people happiness.