The Three-Tailed Fox Immortal Delivers Takeout, While the King of Hell Has Me Deliver Milk Tea

Su Jiuwei, a three-thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox, owes the Celestial Court 120,000 yuan on its Huabei credit service and has been banished to the mortal realm to deliver takeout. She thought things couldn't get any worse, until she got an order from the underworld. Meng Po's soup shop by the Bridge of Helplessness sells peach oolong tea, the King of Hell is pushing economic reforms in the Eighteenth Level of Hell, and Black and White Impermanence have started a group-buy chat for mortal barbecue. The underworld isn't scary at all. It's just... absurdly competitive? Even more absurd is her station manager, Li Xiangyang. A human manager, cold-faced and sparing with words, he wears a faded red debt-repayment cord around his wrist and has a blue stain on one knuckle that won't come off. Whenever she gets into trouble, he always appears right on time. He says he'll dock her pay for breaking the rules, then turns around and takes the King of Hell's reprimand for her. Su Jiuwei thinks there's something off about him. But she has no time to dwell on it. The fried chicken for the hungry ghosts is still waiting, the group order for thirty barbecue meals is about to close, the King of Hell has just issued a purchase limit, and her account balance is... 2.30 yuan. All she wants is to pay off her debt and get back to Qingqiu. But why does the golden ring on Li Xiangyang's wrist grow hot every time he looks at her? Three thousand years have passed. The person he's been searching for has finally arrived. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.