How a Grass Sprite Made a Fortune Selling Things at a Stall

A blade of grass from the Mountains and Seas came of age and was named Mo Miao. She was broke but had a big appetite. Craving meat, she threw a tantrum and rolled around until a barbecue shop hired her in exchange for food. But... She never got to eat any meat, and ended up deep in debt. In a sorry state, she fled to the human world. Then... She got herself a little metal-framed cart and started a street food stall, selling grilled sausages, fried skewers, grilled cold noodles, hand-grabbed pancakes, and takoyaki. All so she could make a little money and treat her stomach to something nice. She never expected that, as she kept selling, customers would start waking her up at eight every morning. "Boss, people at the university district want to eat too! When are you coming to set up there?" "Boss, you're setting up in City A tomorrow? Great! I'll be there at five to queue!" "The takoyaki is so good! How come I missed it? Boss, when are you making it again?" Her rickety little cart became a luxurious food truck. She went from Huacheng to Mangdu, and at every stop her stall was mobbed by hungry customers. A whole crowd of demons, big and small, followed behind her too, waiting for her to feed them. Mo Miao counted her money with a beaming smile and called out, "Don't rush, don't rush! There's enough for everyone!" An advertisement appeared on the Mountains and Seas Forum, featuring nothing but pictures of all kinds of delicious street food. Demons of every size speculated: Who could be so loaded as to advertise on the Mountains and Seas Forum? When the demons saw the stall, they scoffed: Who eats at a place this shabby? After trying Mo Miao's cooking: Hehe, one more serving, please! * Please bookmark my upcoming novel: "Leading the Kittens to a Comfortable Life" Mo Jin transmigrated and became something fluffy... a cat! She was surrounded by a whole group of fluffy creatures. Before she could even laugh out loud, another cat handed her a piece of raw meat and gestured: "Eat!" Mo Jin waved her hands. "Can't eat that, can't eat that." After more than twenty years as a modern human, Mo Jin couldn't stand eating raw meat or living in a stinky cave. She pointed to the group of adorable fluffballs: "Let's make fire with sticks, grow crops and raise livestock, and build houses!" And so, a group of fluffballs began working nine to nine, six days a week, on their way to a comfortable life... My completed novel: "The Little Alley Food Shop" Theme: All roads lead to Rome