If you get your period, please save one for me

John suddenly remembered the words of the faceless ghost and asked the two, "Did any of you open the door?"

Jessica raised her hand, speaking softly, "I... after finishing my meal, I threw the trash at the doorstep, just cracked the door open a bit."

"You idiotic woman, do you have a negative IQ?" Asher yelled loudly.

Jessica, with tears in her eyes, kept apologizing, shrinking into a corner.

"Hehe, weren't you the ones who invited me in? Seems like I'm not very welcome... Well then, I might as well devour you all."

The Cleaver Ghost extended its long tongue, wrapping it around Asher's foot, who screamed in despair.

John suddenly spoke up, "I have something tastier here, want it?"

"What?"

John suddenly pulled out Blood Amulets from his inventory and threw them directly at the Cleaver Ghost's face.

The bloodied sanitary pad, like a sacred relic, emitted a vast amount of white smoke.

The Cleaver Ghost screamed miserably, then slowly melted, instantly turning into a pool of thick, bloody fluid.

Asher and Jessica were dumbfounded.

Was that a sanitary pad?

This guy actually carried a bloodied sanitary pad with him?

John didn't care about their shocked expressions and laid down, "Back to sleep!"

"A sanitary pad has such an effect? Jessica, do you have any more?" Asher asked excitedly.

"Are you joking? It wasn't me who gave it to him!" Jessica shyly lowered her head.

"If you get your period, please save one for me!"

"Get lost, disgusting, pervert!!"

The next day.

When the cold wind enveloped him, John immediately woke up.

The laughter of the Ghost doll echoed throughout the room, sending shivers down the spine.

This was their alarm clock.

The diner opened at six in the morning. They slept six hours a day.

Wearing dirty work uniforms, John endured the discomfort, tidied up his clothes, and prepared to leave.

Jessica and Asher were also up early.

Asher, while dressing, muttered something, probably the punishment from yesterday had left him with psychological trauma.

Jessica held a necklace, praying she could come back to sleep tonight.

Honestly, John admired her.

A girl enduring till now without breaking down had a pretty good mentality.

Soon, the three of them left for the restaurant.

Puppet slumped in a chair, body limp, head tilted, as if just abandoned.

Then, Puppet announced today's tasks.

"Today, we're short on hands. You three must complete six food delivery orders before you can rest after your shift."

Hearing about the six orders, all three of them looked troubled.

It wasn't so much about the workload being exhausting, but encountering customers with bad tempers or difficult demands could easily lead to trouble.

Six orders only increased that probability!

Why were they short-staffed?

It was clear in the minds of John and his companions.

It couldn't be resignations; it was either being eaten by customers or killed.

The Fierce Ghost Restaurant opened for the second day.

Customers continued to stream in endlessly.

John approached the first table's customer, a Ghost with severe facial burns. The scars from the burns were enough to faint someone of weak constitution on the spot.

"What would you like to order?" John asked calmly and politely.

The Burned Ghost slid the selected menu across.

John took a glance and was momentarily taken aback.

"Pizza?"

This was actually a normal food item. Do Ghosts eat this too?

"Please wait a moment."

John walked away with the menu.

In the kitchen, the chef glanced at the menu and scoffed as if in disdain.

Then he began to prepare the meal.

Soon, the pizza was ready.

As he handed over the pizza, the chef coldly warned, "Dare to sneak a bite, and I'll cut off your tongue and cook it!"

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

John walked away with the pizza, hesitating in the corridor, he used the Eye of Truth.

Eye of Truth: In the last moment of an explosion, he pushed the girl to safety, saving her but getting burned to death himself. Though dead, he still remembered how the girl liked to make pizza for him to eat, and Tequila cocktails, the drink they had on the day they met...

"So, it's not food he's eating, but memories," John realized.

Looking at the pizza on the plate, John suddenly had an idea.

Turning two corners, he didn't head back to the Restaurant but stopped in front of a vending machine.

"Human food, such a disgusting taste!"

The Ghost in the vending machine opened its bloodshot eyes, glaring menacingly at John.

"Little vermin, craving something to eat?"

John said, "Give me a bottle of Tequila."

"80 Ghost Coins."

"It says 50 on there."

The vending machine sneered, "If you're not buying, then scram. I won't sell you anything, and you'll starve to death. Understand the difference between the master and the slave, got it?"

Without a word, John flicked 80 Ghost Coins into its gaping mouth, and a bottle of Tequila was spat out.

"Go drink in a corner!"

Keeping the vending machine's mocking tone in mind, John walked away with his order.

Soon, he was back at the Restaurant.

Just in time, not causing any dissatisfaction for the Burned Ghost.

"Please enjoy your meal," John said as he placed the pizza in front of the Burned Ghost.

The Burned Ghost started eating, not splattering disgusting fluids everywhere like the other Ghosts, but taking bites carefully, chewing slowly as if searching for something.

Before long, the Burned Ghost's body trembled slightly, making a strange sound.

Observing this, John took the initiative to pour a cup of Tequila and pushed it towards him, "Perhaps you'd like to try this drink?"

Looking at the glass of Tequila, the Burned Ghost's horrific face twitched, "Is this the chef's idea, or yours?"

Taking such liberties could lead to terrifying punishment if it offended the customer!

But John wasn't afraid and nodded calmly, "It's my idea."

The Burned Ghost took the glass, flames flickering over its charred, scorched skin.

If the drink affected its mood adversely, those flames could reduce John to ashes!

As it drank, the refreshing, tangy flavor spread from its tongue to its throat.

The Burned Ghost had a strong reaction, its terrifying visage twitching.

It wasn't about the taste being exceptionally good, but that long-forgotten, earnestly sought-after familiar taste, along with a blur of memories, resurfacing clearly in its mind.

"Ah..."

A mournful sound came from the Burned Ghost.

The surrounding customers paid no attention to its reaction.

The other servers looked at John oddly, as if convinced he was a dead man.