Ghost Matchmaking: Ghost Emperor Husband and Campus Queen Wife

At that moment,

the women were already ravenous, their vision blurred with hunger.

If not for the need to save face, they probably would have started fighting over the food long ago.

Han Sumei’s suggestion was a good one, giving everyone an excuse.

They weren’t eating leftovers.

No, these were the spoils of a long, hard day’s work!

Each person was assigned a table!

If they didn’t eat,

they would never be able to last three days of work!

To survive,

the women gradually cast aside their last shred of shame

and began to gorge themselves.

Before long,

a cacophony of gulping, snorting, and slurping filled the air.

Occasionally, someone would choke from eating too fast.

"You know, say what you will, but this chef’s cooking is actually pretty good."

"I miss the fries and burgers from back home."

"Whoa~ There are even shreds of meat! We scored!"

"Eat up, eat up! Don’t leave anything for that woman from the Dragon Country! Let’s go, sisters!"

"Honestly, if you forget that they’re leftovers, this food is quite delicious."

"What leftovers? This is our reward!"

"That’s right! A single dish like this sells for several Ghost Coins. This is the life! What a luxury!"

Seeing them not only eating, but devouring the food with such terrible manners while lying to themselves,

Yamada Aiko’s face turned pale.

She was too disgusted to speak.

’Just a moment ago, they were saying not even a dog would eat this.’

’Now their faces are slick with grease as they stuff themselves.’

’Where is their pride?’

’Their dignity?’

Han Sumei suddenly noticed Yamada Aiko standing motionlessly to the side. With feigned kindness, she said, "Why aren’t you eating?"

"Your table is over there. I saved a good spot for you. That table even has some meat broth!"

"Hurry up and eat! Finish every last bite, and don’t leave anything for that woman from the Dragon Country!"

"When the time comes, we’ll get to see her look of despair. Just thinking about it is so satisfying!"

Yamada Aiko: "..."

...

Witnessing this scene,

the audience from the Dragon Country nearly went blind from what they were seeing.

All they could feel was disgust and revulsion.

[Holy cow, I’ve never seen anyone enjoy eating cold leftovers so much.]

[Ugh, I can’t watch anymore. This is making me sick!]

[And they’re not even saving any for Yun Zhenyue? As if she needs to fight you for it?]

[I can’t take it anymore, bros. My dog eats better than this table of scraps.]

[If this were my restaurant, I would’ve dumped it all in the slop bucket by now.]

[And here I thought they’d hold out for a little longer...]

...

In contrast,

the faces of the audiences from other countries had turned green with shame.

This was so damn embarrassing!

’If you’re going to eat it, fine, but at least do it in secret!’

’And you came up with a distribution system just to exclude the woman from the Dragon Country?’

’Don’t you all know she’s the manager?’

’Does she really need to fight you for this garbage?’

[Miss... Miss Sumi was probably just too hungry. It’s understandable.]

[Right, they have no choice but to eat. They have to work such long hours every day. Damn that Blood Moon Restaurant!]

[Miss Ruan Chunxiang from our Monkey Country is a vegetarian, and even she’s eating meat?]

[The Blood Moon Restaurant treats its employees so poorly. It’s bound to go bankrupt sooner or later!]

[Actually, this weird food is probably clean. As long as it fills their stomachs, it’s fine.]

To save face,

they could only keep making excuses for their own female players.

As for Yun Zhenyue, she was tacitly ignored.

...

Just then,

CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP~

The sound of footsteps echoed from the floor above.

Yamada Aiko looked up.

She saw Yun Zhenyue slowly walking down, holding the hand of a strange woman.

The Ghostly Manager and the Ghostly Foreman followed behind them.

Everyone’s expressions were normal, as if it were perfectly natural for these two supernatural beings to be acting as attendants.

It was unclear what they had said,

but the Ghostly Manager walked to the kitchen.

Then, he shouted at the chef inside, "Ding, serve the dishes!"

Soon,

the women were ordered to the kitchen to bring out the food.

In just a few minutes,

the largest table on the first floor of the main hall was covered with all sorts of dishes.

And every single dish was incredibly expensive.

The kind where any single one would cost tens or even hundreds of Ghost Coins!

As a rich fragrance wafted through the air,

the women’s eyes turned red with envy.

A dozen or so celadon plates held steaming hot dishes.

A steamed large yellow croaker with its scales intact, a braised pork knuckle glistening with an amber sheen, shrimp balls coated in golden, thread-like batter, a bowl of floating morel mushrooms still dewy with fresh moisture...

Under the light, the aroma from the dishes swirled into a faint golden mist.

These were all exquisite dishes!

Almost like a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast!

And they were all things that humans could eat!

In comparison,

the leftovers filling their stomachs felt like garbage!

No!

They were practically the same as the slop in a swill bucket!

GURGLE GURGLE~

All the women’s stomachs began to rumble.

Their eyes were filled with longing and envy.

"Did a major customer arrive?"

Someone was inwardly shocked. ’This whole table must be worth several hundred Ghost Coins!’

"Definitely a major customer, and someone of extremely high status. Otherwise, the Ghostly Manager wouldn’t be arranging things personally."

"Hiss~ It smells so good... I’d let them sleep with me for just one bite."

"Tch~ Are you crazy? A supernatural being of that level would never be interested in you."

"Shrimp balls are my favorite... I’m so hungry."

"I don’t feel full at all anymore..."

The women all whispered amongst themselves, sighing in despair.

Yamada Aiko was also secretly speechless at the sight.

’Judging by this magnificent feast,’

’the newcomer must be a major customer that even the Blood Moon Restaurant has to respect.’

’If I serve them well, maybe I could get a small tip?’

She carefully put the steamed bun in her pocket.

At that moment, a strange glint appeared in Han Sumei’s eyes.

She didn’t feel anything for the feast on the table; her stomach was already full.

Seeing Yun Zhenyue walk towards them,

she felt a little pleased.

’All the leftovers have been eaten!’

’We didn’t leave a single scrap for her.’

Han Sumei said in a passive-aggressive tone, "Well, if it isn’t our busy bee. We haven’t seen you all day."

"You must be exhausted after such a busy day. Are you hungry?"

Hearing this, Yun Zhenyue nodded honestly.

’To be honest, after wandering around all day, I am a bit hungry.’

Han Sumei’s eyes lit up at the sight, as if she could already picture Yun Zhenyue kowtowing before her, begging for food.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly. "Unfortunately, we’ve eaten everything that was edible."

"However, I’m feeling generous, so I’ll temporarily forgive you for offending me earlier."

"I secretly hid a bowl of congee. If you kowtow to me, I might just give it to you."

As she spoke,

she lifted her chin proudly, like a haughty peacock,

waiting for Yun Zhenyue’s desperate pleas.

But to her surprise, Yun Zhenyue just gave her a strange look,

then completely ignored her.

She turned and sat down at the table piled high with exquisite dishes.

Seeing this,

Han Sumei frowned slightly, unable to understand what was happening.

"Is she looking for death?"

she muttered under her breath.

’Sitting in the major customer’s seat without permission?’

’Does she think this feast was prepared for her?’

’What a joke!’

’Humble employees like us couldn’t afford a single one of these dishes even if they worked for a whole year!’

Soon,

she saw the Ghostly Foreman approaching from a distance.

A look of anticipation flickered in Han Sumei’s eyes.

’Although Yun Zhenyue didn’t act as I imagined, I can’t be blamed now that she’s actively courting death.’

’Just you wait to be dealt with by the Ghostly Foreman!’

But just then!

The scene before her left her speechless.

She saw the Ghostly Foreman stop respectfully beside Yun Zhenyue.

Then, he lowered his voice and said deferentially, "Miss Yun, all the dishes have been served."

Han Sumei froze.

It wasn’t just her.

Everyone present was plunged into a state of utter confusion.

’No, that can’t be.’

’Wait a minute?’

’This feast... was prepared for Yun Zhenyue?’