In the Underworld Hot Pot Restaurant, the King of Hell Comes to Rub the Bottom of the Pot Every Day

Chen Yang entered the underworld by mistake, and the underworld wanted to register him. The system tied him up, and an old shop in the middle of the ghost market was assigned to his name. The time limit is twenty-four hours, if you can't open it, get out. Black and white Wuchang stood at the door and asked, "Selling hot pot?" He nodded. Resentment goes into the soup, obsession with cooking. The lonely ghosts came to try it first, then Black and White Wuchang queued up to wait for a table, the judge reserved a private room, and Yan Jun came to cook the hotpot himself. The boss of Hades, whom others fear, is just an obedient diner here. The three words "Yin Fei Ji" are engraved on the old wooden sign, and there is grease embedded in the groove of the strokes. This shop was opened in the past. Now it's a different person, but the bottom of the pot still smells the same.