[Genshin Impact] Would You Like a Cup of Honey Snow Slime?

My next stories, "Not Being a Female Alpha Today" and "Hand Care," are looking for bookmarks. Please, please add them! (￣▽￣)/:*.°★*. [Blurb] After quitting the Fatui, I opened a drink shop in Teyvat. In Mondstadt, I have to compete with wine tycoon Master Diluc for a share of the beverage market. If my identity as a transmigrator is discovered, will Teacher Albedo lock me in a room for research? In Liyue, I team up with Wanmin Restaurant to create combo meals, and every so often I have to deal with Rex Lapis, Morax, getting things for free... In Inazuma, I use both reason and temptation, racking my brains to persuade the head of the Kamisato Clan to be my spokesperson. In Sumeru, of course I have to seize the Akademiya market. Come on, what college student these days doesn't love milk tea?! What if I don't have enough staff? There's nothing better than tricking a tsundere Wanderer cat into working at the shop! As for haggling with the Scribe to get my unapproved project applications through... that's a minor problem. My biggest headache is the rumor that sales channels mean intelligence and buying and selling means people. Somehow, that drags me into suspicions that the Fatui have sent a spy... It's so hard! Especially when "Childe" Tartaglia wanders into my shop for the Nth time after temporarily leaving the Winter Capital, pretending it's just a coincidence. "There's a traitor among us." I point to the resignation letter framed next to my business license and smile awkwardly. "Would you like a honey Slime ice drink?" Small businesses are tough... Just kidding! My goal is to open Mixue Bingcheng shops all over Teyvat! Our motto is: Ice cream and tea shall rule the world! Years later, when asked about the secret to my success, I say, "There's nothing a cup of milk tea can't get you through. If one cup isn't enough, have two." * The heroine is a transmigrator, and the story is told in first person. Sweet romance. A laid-back story about running a business and going on adventures, with a touch of wish fulfillment. There will be a couple in the end, one-on-one. [Upcoming Story] "Not Being a Female Alpha Today" Today, I transmigrated into an ABO world and found out I was a female alpha. I was so scared that I quickly unzipped my pants to check. Oh, good. Nothing extra down there. A male omega passing by reported me. He said I was indecently exposing myself in public. So I sulked and crouched inside the Citrus, writing this diary. (PS: Of course I came out to write it.) Everyone here seems kind of weird. One omega thinks I'm in love with him. -"Was it love at first sight for you?" -"Don't use such vulgar methods to get my attention next time." -"Don't unzip your pants in front of other omegas again." Some beta thinks I want to bite him. -"I warn you! I'm not an omega, I don't have glands!" -"Don't even think about it!" -"You can't mark me." -"I won't submit to you!" Some outsider alpha insists on coming to me to deal with his rut. ...I can't deal with it. Not at all. And that's not all. One especially narcissistic omega even demanded to know why I didn't pin him against the wall, sniff the back of his neck with obsessive devotion, and force him to let me bite him when he said no. All I could do was answer honestly: "I don't like gnawing on duck necks." There was another half to that. It was a metaphor. I don't like gnawing on duck necks, and I like biting people's necks even less. I'm not a lollipop duck, after all. I didn't mean to insult him at all. But I didn't get to finish. I didn't get to explain. A slap was already coming my way. There's a saying going around lately: an omega's scent reaches you before their slap does. I didn't smell anything. And I'm not an M. I don't like people slapping me. I'm exhausted. I'm not being a female alpha today. Honestly, all I need is somewhere comfortable to sleep and a peaceful life. ...I told you, I'm a low-libido alpha! Hey, can you please not climb on top of me during your rut?! - Note: This isn't a girl-on-boy story, it's boy-girl romance. Diary format, a low-libido female alpha's survival diary. "Hand Care" [Love-struck customer x polite, distant shop owner] Wenshui x An Xiuhe From fingertips brushing, to having the back of a hand held, to finger bones rubbing together. Fingertips passing through the gap between wrist and bangle, stroking the veins. Holding each finger while applying cuticle oil. So many moments. * The feeling of hands being caressed during the hand-washing ritual. The fragrance in one's palm drifting across the nose during the scent ritual, and the warmth against closed eyes. The sensation of someone carefully applying hand cream. So many feelings. Premise: Keep a good attitude and stay optimistic. Life wouldn't be the same without ice cream and tea.