[Ancient marketplace + metaphysical cuisine + happy enemies + suspenseful comedy + low-level counterattack]
Su Banxia, who had not eaten for three days, was trampled by her creditor and crushed the last half of her cabbage. That night, a headless ghost knocked on her door with its head raised.
While others were running for their lives, she smelled the aroma of simmered black-bone chicken.
Stuff the garlic to remove the fishy smell, peel off the membrane and remove the tendons, use a knife to cut into the flowers, and stir-fry over high heat. If you turn the pot three times, one more time, the meat will become stale.
After a plate of "hot and crispy", the villain who owed her money broke his leg on the ground, and Guan Yin, who had been hiding for many years, rolled to her feet.
Only then did Su Banxia discover: the dead ghost brings wealth, the hanged ghost changes life, and the water evil brings wealth. The more ferocious the ghost, the more replenishing her fortune will be; but if the fire is not enough, the resentment that has not been purified will remain in her body.
So, she picked up an unlucky swordsman who fell down wherever he went and turned out to be the most troublesome, and worked as a part-time worker, carrying an iron pot and opening a restaurant.
He is responsible for attracting ghosts, and she is responsible for holding the spoon.
A ghost, a dish; an injustice, a debt.
It wasn't until the black scales climbed up her wrist that the God from the Nine Heavens finally opened his eyes:
"Grow up quickly, my dinner."
Su Banxia sharpened her knife.
"It's not certain who will eat whom."
