I Matchmake with Snail Noodles

Chen Xiaoluo's luosifen stall sits at the far end of the night market. She starts simmering the broth at three in the morning. The pickled bamboo shoots are pungent, the chilies are fiery, and there's one secret ingredient outsiders don't know about: the Matchmaker's red thread. Anyone who eats the noodles will meet their destined one in a dream. If their fate isn't strong enough, the dream fades, and so does the person. She thought she'd spend her whole life tending this pot, until her grandmother passed away and the red thread began to fray. Then a Western deity calling himself Cupid showed up at her door and told her: Your grandmother used her soul to mend the red thread for forty years, and the fugitive who shattered the moon is your older sister. The red thread binds every romance in the world, and the moon holds all the answers.