Special Offer to the God of Cooking in the Underworld: My Neighbor Is the Female King of Hell

Chen Ke bought a suite at a cheap price. On the first day I moved in, I was trembled by the female voice next door: "601, get out now. I'll give you one hour. If you don't get out, I'll burn down the house." He looked at the house loan that popped up on his bank card and shed tears of poverty. He turned around and caught the ghost floating around. "Didn't you say that the gentle eldest sister lives next door?" "Her surname is Yan, and her given name is Wenrou." Gui said confidently, "Yan Rourou, is there something wrong?" Half an hour later, Chen Ke knocked on the neighbor's door with a steamed stuffed bun filled with ghost stuffing: "Hello, little sister, would you like some steamed buns? Freshly baked." The female King of Hell was wearing a black silk nightgown, and she put her white feet on him as soon as she lifted up her legs. She gnawed on the ghost buns and said expressionlessly: "Puppy, two more cages." Chen Ke realized: survival depends entirely on feeding.