Ningcheng Noodle House's Abnormal Operation Manual

On a rainy night in Ningcheng, Lin Chuan inherited his master's noodle shop. My left hand was burned by boiling water - it didn't hurt, the skin turned porcelain. Master left a blank manual and wrote only one sentence: "Don't live like me." He originally thought that his life would be about cooking noodles, settling accounts, and closing stores. Until he served the noodles to the first customer—— The thing with eyes all over its body said something that kept him awake: "You're becoming more and more like 'that thing'." Later, there was a husky in the noodle shop that could eat up bad moods. A fire demon who only knows how to cook noodles after being laid off from hell, A vampire who lived for eight hundred years but made a miscalculation at the checkout counter, A ghost bride wearing a paper wedding dress and cleaning the mirror, A transparent person who is about to disappear... The ledger reads: The price of containment is your pain. Lin Chuan touched the barcode on the back of his neck, expressionless: "I have only two bones and no salary. It doesn't matter if you like it or not." This is not a story about a hero saving the world. This is a social animal owner who is forced to open his business and his "problem child" employees—— The story of how to keep a noodle shop open in the cracks of system formatting. Noodles cost twelve yuan a bowl, and there was plenty of meat. No reminders will be accepted unless you sit in the store and eat. Business hours: Never closed