I sell lunch boxes in the underworld

Qin Yunie looked at him without saying anything. She had not forgotten that it was Judge Cui who had tricked her into this!

She clearly came here just to pay a fee, but ended up in such trouble.

Judge Cui deserves credit for this!!!

Judge Cui probably knew that what he had just done was not very good, mainly because the ghost officials in that area were scared of Meng Po recently, and they came to complain and complain about Meng Po's actions.

Even he and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face could not escape.

That is to say, Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu escaped the disaster because they were often not in the underworld due to their soul-collecting activities.

That taste, ugh, he never wanted to drink it again in his life.

Judge Cui coughed dryly and said awkwardly, "Well, I'm sorry about what happened today. It's mainly because you haven't tasted Meng Po's soup. The ghost officials in the Naihe Bridge area of the underworld are all scared of her. They want to be transferred and have come to make trouble many times, but no ghost official is willing to go there. If you can really help Meng Po improve the Meng Po soup, I will ask the King of Hell to reward you with merit."

"If this is accomplished, you will be a great benefactor to those ghost messengers in our underworld! Not only the ghost messengers, but all the ghosts will be grateful to you."

Qin Yunie asked curiously, "Is it really that hard to drink?"

Judge Cui was silent, his expression distorted beyond words, to the point where he felt like vomiting just thinking about it.

He reminded her, "If Meng Po really brings the pot to your house at night, just take a sip of the soup..."

Qin Yunie was shocked. How powerful must it be that Judge Cui was unwilling to even mention it, and even went to the extent of reminding her to just take a sip.

She suddenly felt that this hot potato was a little too hot.

Judge Cui: "Just do your best. It won't get any worse than it is now."

"By the way, aren't you going to pay the fee to the King of Hell? Come on, I'll take you there."

After saying that, he walked in first, and Qin Yunie followed behind.

At this time, the King of Hell was sitting in front of the Eight Immortals Table handling official business. His brows were slightly furrowed, and he seemed a little unhappy.

Qin Yunie didn't want to offend anyone, so he quickly called out to Judge Cui, "How about I not pay it today, or I give you the money, and when the King of Hell is in a better mood, you can help me pass it on to him?"

Judge Cui raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the King of Hell. He happened to meet the King of Hell's gaze as he heard the commotion and looked over. "...It's too late."

Before Qin Yunie could ask him why he was late, he heard Yan Wenjing's voice, "What's the matter?"

They had all been seen, so she subconsciously replied, "I'm here to pay the fee for my grandmother's reincarnation."

Yan Wenjing looked at Judge Cui.

Judge Cui immediately raised his hands, one holding a pen and the other holding the Book of Life and Death. "I have official business to attend to, so I don't have time to take her there. I'll have her come directly to you. Now that she's here, I'll go and get busy."

After saying this, Judge Cui planned to slip away.

Seeing this, Qin Yunie said very quickly: "Lord Yama, if you are busy, I will come another day."

However, before she could follow, Yan Wenjing said in a neutral tone: "Come here."

She took a hesitant step.

Seeing that she didn't come over for a long time, he frowned and said, "Do you need me to treat you?"

Qin Yunie quickly waved her hands, "No, no."

But his pace was more than twice as fast as before.

She took out a stack of paper money from her bag and placed it on the Eight Immortals table. "This is money to buy a place for my grandma to be reborn."

Then he took out a bag of neatly arranged paper money for the dead and a notebook, and handed it over obediently, "This is the money for today's delivery service. I have recorded everything, you can check it at any time."

Yan Wenjing glanced at her bag with a strange look on his face. "Is this a treasure chest? Isn't it too heavy to hold so many things?"

Qin Yunie: "Isn't it because I think it's unsafe to keep so much money by myself? I won't be afraid anymore if I give it to you!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenjing folded his hands and asked calmly, "Why?"

Qin Yunie said confidently: "Because I don't have that much money to compensate you."

Yan Wenjing's expression was indistinct. "You can say the performance is poor, or you can write down fewer entries and get a lower score."

She shook her head. "No, that won't do. My grandmother said I should be in awe of you, so how could I possibly lie to you? Besides, if I really had such thoughts, wouldn't you be able to find out easily?"

Yan Wenjing nodded in agreement, without saying yes or no.

"Besides, you've helped me so much. If I did this, what kind of person would I be? Even though you're insulting me with poop, doing this makes my conscience uneasy."

When Yan Wenjing heard the first half, his expression just relaxed a little, but the next second Qin Yunie's words made his eyes twitch.

He pursed his lips and said, "What happened last night was a mistake."

"I know it was a mistake, Lord Yama, and I don't blame you. I just said it casually."

As Qin Yunie spoke, she glanced at the King of Hell's expression. Seeing that his eyes twitched, but he was not displeased, the corners of her lips rose slightly.

Sure enough, no matter who it is, the joke is more interesting if it is played in front of the person himself.

Yan Wenjing saw that she did it on purpose, glanced at her, said nothing, and collected the paper money on the table.

The next second, a piece of paper and a pen appeared on the table. Yan Wenjing pushed them over and said, "Sign this. I'll let you know the specific time of reincarnation when the time comes."

Qin Yunie quickly signed his name and handed it back.

After Yan Wenjing received it, he asked, "Where's my food?"

Qin Yunie: "I'll go back and do it now."

After Qin Yunie went out, he sent an address to Meng Po and returned to the world of the living.

Unexpectedly, just as she finished and put the food into the food box for the King of Hell, Meng Po came.

When Qin Yunie saw a huge black unknown object floating towards her home, she ran away without thinking.

Meng Po poked her head out, looked at her suspiciously, and asked, "Where are you going, little girl?"

Hearing the familiar voice of the little girl, Qin Yunie paused and looked up.

When she saw Meng Po carrying a pot that was dozens of times bigger than her body, Qin Yunie was completely shocked.

It turned out to be Meng Po? ! !

Don’t tell her that the black object she was carrying was the pot that Meng Po mentioned? ! !

Meng Po carried the pot and walked easily through the gate of her courtyard. She stood in the yard and looked around. "Where is the biggest place here? Can I put the pot there?"

"Your place is too small." She glanced at the small door and the small stove with disdain.

Finally, he reluctantly glanced at the yard where she was standing and said, "Forget it, let's put it here. This is the only place that can barely fit it."

As she said that, she put the pot down.

In an instant, half of Qin Yunie's yard was occupied.

Qin Yunie's eyes twitched. Whose pot is so big?!