When I woke up, I became a fox demon.
It's understandable to travel through time, but if you're the rich kind, forget it.
But the original owner left me only a restaurant that was about to close down, an old man who concentrated on his studies and was not interested in worldly affairs, and a little maid who would always be lazy and doze off during the day, and cry with snot whenever she talked about it.
He wanted to make his sparse restaurant bigger and stronger, but he found that as a monster, he couldn't tell the color and couldn't taste the saltiness. What kind of restaurant should I use? I can only open a milk tea shop in this strange world, achieve financial freedom, become financially independent as soon as possible, and become a strong female demon in the new era. This is my dream! Start from scratch and grow bigger and stronger!
What? You mean cultivating immortality?
To cultivate immortality, it is enough that I have an elder brother to cultivate it. I can't cultivate it!
"Girl, you're awake! You're finally awake!" The person who rushed over was a little girl about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a maid's hair and a maid uniform that only appeared in movies and TV series. The little child was crying with tears all over her face, and her facial features were twitching together. I could even clearly see the runny nose that was about to fall.
"Stop, stop, stop, what are you going to say next, you've been in a coma for a month!" I quickly blocked her head, for fear that she would rub her nose on me.
"No..."
"Then what do you want to say?"
"You've only been unconscious for half a stick of incense, girl..."
Huh! Then here comes the problem.
How long does it take to burn half a stick of incense?
I encountered something interesting today. There was a man wearing a big cloak who stood mysteriously in front of our store for a long time.
How long had he stood? It was so long that I started to wonder if he was a time traveler like me. Otherwise, why would you look at "Yidiu Diao" and think about it for so long?
I have already thought of a hundred touching scenes in my mind where we would hug each other and cry after we recognized him as a time traveler.
Then just wait for him to come in.
When he came in, I looked at him and he looked at me.
For a long time, I said the widely circulated password in a standard broadcasting tone.
"Odd changes to even."
"...?"
"The price of the shirt is..."
"??"
Silence, silence.
Silence is the only thing tonight.
Motto: Poor little monster, try to turn yourself around