[Main story complete]
[One-line description: A fluffy little treat dressed up as a game~]
Just after starting university, Ying Qingxia went from an ice mage who picked fights with the whole world to a lifestyle player with nothing but basic gear. His warehouse was packed with good stuff, but none of it was useful in a fight.
Today, he sewed a bag; tomorrow, he dug up a treasure. When he had time, he'd grab his little hoe and go mining.
Then one day, someone tricked him into specializing in cooking.
Not running dungeons? Then where will you get meat to butcher?
Not performing for money? You need flowers for flower cakes.
Not gathering horse feed? Your pony is about to run away.
If you want goods to sell, you'd better go trade.
Zuo Yang: My little Xiaxia can do everything.
A lifestyle player who can't fight isn't a good chef.
A lively, free-spirited beauty bottom x a seemingly serious, actually sultry old rogue top
Theme: A beloved niche genre, with a passion for life arriving out of nowhere
It's too watery, there's too little plot, half of it is talking to myself, more dialogue, more plot (づ￣ ?￣)づ
"Learning" is a big thorn in the side of the author~ heart
"You" is a big thorn in the side of the author~ again
"None" is a big thorn in the side of the author~ five
I feel that something suddenly happened in the middle of the festival, which makes me unable to get back my thoughts and feelings. It's a pity, but it's understandable. I hope to get better.
Ah, although this is a bit sudden, the author is very grateful~
When will it be updated? Buddhism, etc.
Throw flowers! It's so beautifully written in big letters!
Emm?!! Darkened?
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers, spread the flowers