On the first day of time travel, I picked up an injured cat girl in the forest.
In a humanitarian spirit, I fed her a bowl of fish soup.
The next day, she brought the rabbit-eared sisters to have a meal.
A week later, there was a long line of demi-girls in front of my cabin.
"Boss, what's today's special dish?"
The fox lady boss lady counted the gold coins, her ears wagging happily:
"Today's recommendation: braised pork and healing magic soup."
I put on my apron, looked at the various animal ears and tails all over the room, and fell into deep thought:
What about the promised adventure battle? How did it become an alien canteen and emotional counseling center?
Also, that succubus who always wants to eat my tofu, can you pay for the meal first?
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When writing about the cafeteria, don't do anything like Whispers of the Cthulhu Abyss. No one will read this stuff, and new authors can't write it well either.
When writing about the cafeteria, don't do anything like Whispers of the Cthulhu Abyss. No one will read this stuff, and new authors can't write it well either.