On the Fifteenth Night of the Seventh Month, I Sell Lunch Boxes in the Underworld

Zhao Yang arrived in the underworld and took over the fried rice stall with the worst sales on Food Street.

His signature fried rice came in endless varieties.

Before long, he had the highest sales on the whole street!

The King of Hell flew into a rage. "That fried rice guy, why hasn't he come to see me today?"

Judge Lu trembled. "He... he actually... told you to come to his stall and eat... eat."

The King of Hell said, "Did you get me a place in line?"

Judge Lu's legs shook as he replied, "You can't... reserve... a spot for someone else. You have to go... yourself. The line's already up to number 197!"

The King of Hell roared, "Then why didn't you say so sooner?! What are you waiting for?!"

With that, Judge Lu followed the furious King of Hell as he stormed toward the food stall.

Judge Lu waited eagerly to watch Zhao Yang get chewed out by His Majesty the King of Hell!

But at the fried rice stall on Luojiao Street, where a long line stretched down the block,

the King of Hell smiled warmly. "Chef Zhao, hard at work, I see. Thanks for all you do!"

Zhao Yang said, "Get in line."

The King of Hell kept smiling. "Sure thing. I'll get in line right away."

Judge Lu thought to himself, I have six things to say about this.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.