Let's take it one step at a time.
She's all alone; she can't become fat overnight.
She returned to the group chat, checked the voting results, decided on the meat dish for tomorrow, turned off her phone, and happily drifted off to sleep.
...
The judge had just returned to the Yama's Palace with the boxed lunches, and before he could even hand them to Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu, Yan Wenjing smelled the aroma and asked, "What's that smell?"
Cui Yu raised her hand and uttered two words, "Boxed lunch."
Yan Wenjing glanced at the unremarkable box, then looked at him and asked, "Why are you eating here too?"
“Last night, that little human girl cooked a huge feast to thank Xie Bi’an, Fan Wujiu, and the Great Emperor Dongyue. I went along and got some.” He said, a hint of reminiscence appearing on his serious face. “You know what, it was really delicious, so I asked her to bring me some today.”
Yan Wenjing glanced at Cui Yu a few more times because of his lingering expression. Knowing Cui Yu as he did, he was not a big eater, let alone someone who would go out with Xie Bi'an and the others to freeload.
However, considering Qin Yunie's cooking skills that night, they were indeed quite good.
The Eastern Peak Emperor is one thing, but even the Black and White Impermanence and Cui Yu went, yet they didn't call me?
Yan Wenjing concealed his emotions without showing any emotion, his gaze falling on the rather unimpressive boxed lunch. He said nonchalantly, "Since you already ate last night, you shouldn't mind if I eat this, right?"
Cui Yu: "...??"
He actually mindes it a little!
However, King Yama used to not care much about anything that interfered with his work, so why is he suddenly interested in boxed lunches?
But! This is not a reason for the King of Hell to steal his lunchbox.
He suddenly understood Xie Bi'an's thoughts from last night.
Cui Yu moved the lunchbox he was carrying back a little, a sinister smile creeping across his dark, serious face. "They probably haven't sold out yet. Why don't you go buy another one?"
Yan Wenjing exuded a powerful aura and asked with a half-smile, "Judge Cui, have you finished your work?"
Cui Yu: "..."
No, there really isn't.
He struggled to grip the bag, but finally reluctantly handed over his lunchbox.
The higher the rank, the more powerful one becomes; for the first time, he had such a genuine desire to rise in rank.
Yan Wenjing took the lunchbox without any hesitation, patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Actually, what I was just about to say was that it's okay to wait a little longer."
Cui Yu's lips twitched: "..."
Yan Wenjing leisurely carried the lunchbox away, leaving Cui Yu bewildered in the wind.
The Palace of the King of Hell.
Yan Wenjing opened the not-so-great-looking boxed lunch, squinted, and took a deep breath.
He then took a bite from the chopsticks, one bite after another, finishing the entire boxed lunch elegantly and quickly.
Looking at the empty lunchbox, he pondered and said, "I'll have Cui Yu buy another one tomorrow."
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