Chapter Three: The New Manager's First Midnight Meal

“Why me?” The cat's fur stood up. “You have many worries,” Wen Jiu said. “You are my greatest worry.” “Perfect. Forget me.” Grumbling, Mo Tuan pulled gray mist from one ear. Su Li caught it with a spoon and heard it shriek, “The dried fish I hid in the rafters last month grew mold!” It deserved oblivion. The moment the ingredients combined, the congee turned black. Cold climbed the spoon onto Su Li's wrist. Strangers' cries erupted from the pot—the surprise, delight, and fear of everyone who had watched her stream. The echo seed had rooted in their emotions and was using Little Lamp's shadow to invade the restaurant. “Kill the flame!” Wen Jiu shouted.