I Sell Boxed Lunches in the Mortal World, and Run Barbecues in the Underworld

Chapter 1: The Inherited Broken Food Cart Can Connect the Yin and Yang "Lin Xiaorong! Why is there a hair in your lunchbox?" In the back alley of the university town, in front of my food cart, a boy with a face full of acne held up a lunchbox, his voice so loud it could be heard throughout the whole street. "Impossible, was I wearing a chef's hat?" I hurriedly took the lunchbox, then suddenly froze. The hair was orange. I turned to look at the corner of the food cart, and sure enough, my fat orange cat was guiltily licking its paws. "This meal is free! I'll give you double tomorrow!" I bowed and smiled obsequiously, my heart bleeding. Today is the third day of opening, and I've already lost eight meals.