My Years Running a General Store

A collection of short stories + modern fantasy. (An abstract, anything-goes hot pot) [One woman with two men + a male-male side couple + a touch of human-animal romance + a gloomy ghost] This is a twenty-four-hour general store. The proprietress has been thoroughly poisoned by the modern internet and just wants to slack off and flirt with men online all day. Basically, a ten-thousand-year-old rabbit-plant vine brings along one big and one small top-quality underpaid worker and opens a general store that sells absolutely everything. But be careful when you come in to shop. You might end up as merchandise before you’ve even finished buying anything~ Huanling: Don’t ask whether I have the goods, and don’t ask where they came from. As long as the price is right, I’d even go and stock up (steal) the King of Hell’s underwear. Mo Wu: Don’t ask how it was stolen. Anyway, anything sold by the store is guaranteed not to cause problems. If any issues come up later, we guarantee to handle them. If we can’t handle them, we guarantee to take the person responsible away for processing. You: Hm? The King of Hell’s underwear? It’ll be a little hard to snatch. How many pairs do you need? (King of Hell: Do it for my peanuts)