I returned to Northeast China to inherit my grandpa’s bathhouse. One night, I heard a commotion in the women’s bathing area.
I grabbed a mop and rushed in, only to find a little yellow weasel wearing a red hair clip, putting on makeup in front of the mirror.
It turned to me and asked, “Do I look like a human or a god?”
Half drunk, I blurted out, “You look like some mink-coat-wearing gangster chick to me!”
The next day, an army of yellow weasels surrounded the bathhouse. Their leader, smoking a cigarette, cursed at me:
“A mink? My daughter’s cultivated for three hundred years, and you say she looks like a mink?!”
A book titled Northeast Immortal Clans Mediation Guide fell out of my grandpa’s belongings.
I braced myself and went to negotiate. “How about... I give them free baths?”
Now my bathhouse has become a waystation for the immortal clans.
The White Immortal’s quills, the Fox Immortal’s fur, and the Snake Immortal’s shed skin are all piled up in the storeroom.
Today, the Gray Immortal rubbed its paws together and asked me:
“Hey, kid, I hear you can settle disputes here. Could you do me a favor?”
I have just read more than 20 chapters. I like the chapters where various "old fairies" come to take a bath. Later, I hope to write more stories about the bathhouse after finishing the story about the powerful thing under the Hui family tomb. It is relaxed, vivid and full of fireworks. Don't always write about family, country and world! Come on, author 👍👍👍
Interesting, different approach, and worth a look.