When I took over my ancestral roast chicken restaurant, I was on the verge of bankruptcy, but I was unexpectedly drawn into a group of lunatics.
The King of Hell bid crazy for a roast chicken, and Bai Wuchang asked me to buy milk tea on his behalf.
I thought the group of friends were all suffering from chuunibyou, until the red envelopes they handed out turned out one by one: [Prosperous wealth], [Wall Penetrating Technique], [Ten years of positive life]...
By delivering food to the underworld, I became the most connected person in the three realms!
Until one day, a group of Feng Shui masters and ancient martial arts masters blocked the door of my shop, with serious expressions on their faces: "Can the roast chicken you sell increase your moral virtue?"
I silently picked up the phone and pressed the voice button: "Brother Yan, a group of troublemakers are here. They look... Pretty tough."
