(Slow-paced food article, food is the main line, the demon world is the branch line, no CP, no CP, no CP)
I, Zhu You, am a 187-year-old pig demon. The biggest crisis in my life right now is not to reveal my true form, but to be sent back to the demon world if I can't find a job after graduation.
What does it mean to return to the demon world? There is no milk tea, no fried chicken, and no sweet and sour pork ribs. I can only squat in the mountains and eat wild fruits.
In order to stay in the human world legally and work hard, I fought hard: during my internship at the design institute, I was told that the drawings looked like pig pens, and when I was a tutor, I drew a pig wearing a safety helmet on a piece of paper. Well, I can't even secure a human job.
Until I saw my roommate watching mukbang. Being able to eat, knowing how to eat, and everything they eat tastes delicious. Isn't this the racial talent of the pig people?
I registered an account on the spot and named it "What will Rourou eat today?" I rented a small kitchen at the back door of the school, wore an apron, and a dozen fill lights, and cooked a plate of tomatoes and scrambled eggs.
After the first sip, I forgot to be nervous, and after the second sip, the barrage went crazy.
I take drawing classes during the day and go home to cook at night. Twice-cooked pork, braised pork, boiled pork slices, I managed to survive by relying on my dry rice gene.
There are only 900 days left until 200 years old. I decided to eat and think about it.
——Maybe while eating, the temporary residence permit will be issued.
If that doesn't work, at least have a good meal before being deported.
The pace is slow but the story line is okay