The Spirit’s Private Kitchen

A private kitchen in an old apartment building hides a huge secret. Because of a soup recipe, a crude and disillusioned female restaurateur is swept into a maelstrom. Past and present, death and resurrection: hands as cold as ice, a heart as warm as ever. If you can't protect me, then let me protect you. You know that what I want has never been your looks. (Please add my new book, Abilities and Fine Food, to your collection and let it build up a backlog! Come take a look~~~)