The Entire Underworld Is Pressing Me to Update the Menu

Chapter One: After I Died, I Set Up a Barbecue Stall at the Crossroads to the Underworld

The thing Ning Keke regretted most in her life was popping an eighteenth slice of beef tripe into her mouth while staying up late to develop a new hot pot base.

"Why is this tripe... so tough?" She chewed twice, then everything suddenly went black. "Damn, is it stuck in my throat..."

When she opened her eyes again, she was standing on a mist-shrouded road paved with blue-gray stone, still clutching the wok spatula smeared with red chili oil. The crooked sign above her read "Yellow Springs Snack Street." Every roadside stall was selling paper hamburgers with the taste of joss paper, fried chicken cooked in candle wax, and even wafting