Desserts were good.
Snacks were good.
The meals in the room-temperature preservation box were good.
They were all just too delicious!
...With sparkling eyes, Jiang Han wolfed down every last bit of food prepared in the carriage! Ghost Witches could be called one of the biggest foodie races among witches, so naturally their tastes perfectly suited those of foodies! The painstaking selection of snacks, the meticulous refinement of desserts, and the meals—rice paired just right with lightly charred beef, along with beef gravy drizzled with a blended sweet soy sauce!
It was simply a professional combination.
Every bite felt as though sweetness and saltiness were slowly seeping out, the rich gravy making one unable to stop; then, the texture of rice that had not been touched by the sauce diluted it in the next second.
It was like seeing an innocent young girl in Republican-era school uniform on the Qinhuai River—knowing full well she was putting it on, yet still helplessly falling for it.
Rice was truly terrifying.
Thud.
The carriage suddenly came to a stop. The faint vibrations inside the coffin were unaffected, and Jiang Han then heard the coffin beside her seemingly beginning to open. She simply set down her bowl and pressed the coffin-opening button at her side.
After a simple anti-contamination spray hissed out, the coffin lid slowly slid open. Jiang Han had even looked this up online during the journey.
This model of coffin cost between ten and fourteen thousand on average. A great many undead witches gave it glowing reviews, and it was also known as a travel coffin. Among undead witches, there was this pastime: along the vast Sea of Stars—a sea connecting every otherworld within the solar system—they would pack themselves into one of these coffins and toss themselves in, drifting with