After quitting my job at "996", I inherited my grandfather's restaurant. I didn't expect that it would randomly connect to all the worlds every night. From then on, the elves ate instant noodles, the sword fairy ate spicy sticks, and the demon lord willingly worked as a security guard for a bite of sweet and sour pork ribs. There is no fighting or killing here, only firewood, rice, oil and salt, and a bowl of human fireworks to heal thousands of planes.
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I don't quite understand. A young reporter can find problems but the country can't? Why not drag the country into the water? When the country is in trouble, do you still have to control the public opinion yourself?
I don't quite understand. A young reporter can find problems but the country can't? Why not drag the country into the water? When the country is in trouble, do you still have to control the public opinion yourself?