Everyone in the Fairy World Advised Me Not to Set up a Stall.

My name is Su Fuxue, the only mortal in the fairy world. I opened a "Wangyou Tea House" at the end of Dengxian Street. The Demon Lord said that my tea was just pot water, and I splashed it all over him with my "slippery hand." His bottleneck that had been stuck for three hundred years shattered on the spot. He held my foot-washing bucket and asked if there was anything left. The Immortal Emperor thought I was being unlucky, and I said he was too talkative. Three days later, his inner demons dissipated, and he came to me overnight carrying a thousand-year-old Enlightenment tea tree to ask me how long he could live. Until that day, the sky cracked, and the giant beast of chaos that swallowed the sun and moon pierced the fairy world. All the gods looked at me, a "poor mortal". I put down the teacup and sighed: "Guest officer——" "The store is closed." Then I patched up the sky.