Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

Chen Ming shook his head and rode his motorcycle to open the shop.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen the landlady today. I knocked on the door just now but no one answered. It seems she left early, and I wonder where she went.

Chen Ming frowned.

I remembered what the landlady said last night: she has someone she likes...

It's hard to say what he was really feeling. He spoke and acted like a proper adult to Lucifer, as if he was worried about the landlady's growth.

But actually...

Is it really true that there is absolutely no selfishness involved?

He lowered his eyelids slightly.

……

……

Let's rewind to the morning.

The landlady had just gotten up and stared blankly at the familiar ceiling for over ten minutes...

"Waaaaaah..."

She rolled around on the bed, clutching her blanket.

What did I say in the heat of the moment yesterday?! I hope Chen Ming hasn't found out.

I have someone I like...

Ahhhhh!

How embarrassing, how shameful! Saying this in front of someone you like is practically a confession! Is this some kind of self-inflicted torture?

Rolling around, rolling around...

hum-

The phone suddenly vibrated, startling the landlady who was lost in her own world. She immediately picked up the phone to check.

The smile on his face immediately vanished.

He stared at his phone in silence for a long time.

"Ugh……"

He sighed, made the call, and said—

"Hello? Are you going to apologize to someone today? Okay, I got it, I'll go too... I have to go no matter what, I've caused them trouble... Okay, come pick me up."

The landlady hung up the phone and sighed deeply again.

Then I got out of bed to brush my teeth and wash my face, put on my clothes—a white lace dress, bare legs, and a pair of strappy sandals—and went out with a small bag slung over my shoulder.

As I left, I smelled the pancakes Chen Ming had made. I looked back and muttered to myself—

"It smells pretty good."

Chapter 45 The Sister Who Wants to Marry Her Brother

The workday begins with opening the door.

The roller shutter door requires some effort to lift, but it's no problem for a strong man like Chen Ming. He lifted the door to a certain height and it automatically retracted.

Then there are the glass doors, which can be opened by sliding. Some shops use doors that can only be opened in one direction, which is not very convenient.

There was a lock on the glass door handle, which he unlocked with his key.

Watching his movements, a few people slowly stood up behind him; they were his regular customers, complaining that he was late today.

As the owner, he should be able to open the shop whenever he wants and close it whenever he doesn't want to... But when he closed the shop for a few days before, his regular customers told him that he felt embarrassed to close the shop so often, and he could only come early.

Even though I'm the boss, I end up getting up early every day like I'm going to work... although there's nothing wrong with getting up early to work.

He walked into the store, watched a group of customers walk in behind him, and asked—

What kind of cakes would you like?

"ravioli."

"dumpling."

"Does the boss have fried rice?"

Apple pie.

Chen Ming silently looked up at the sky. Lately, the customers' requests had become increasingly strange. This was a bakery, not a Shaxian snack shop... And wasn't that apple pie a bit excessive? Why would anyone think he could make it?

Okay, I do know how, but there's no menu and no ingredients prepared.

I prepared some food for the guests. It was quite hot in the morning, so I turned on the air conditioning in the shop. The mornings are the busiest time. There are fewer people at noon, then more in the afternoon, and almost no one in the evening, which is when he goes home.

He used to work until 10 p.m., but now he just wants to get off work as soon as possible and go home to cook for Lucifer and the others. He has something to look forward to every day, and his life seems to have become much more colorful.

He smiled.

Then I actually cooked a fried rice for them and delivered it over.

He also ate here for lunch, so the ingredients for fried rice were available. He placed the food in front of the guest and said—

"Please order some of the items on the menu next time. Also, it's not good to eat such greasy fried rice so early in the morning."

"Wow, is Xiao Chen concerned about me? Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"No need, you haven't had any drinks this morning."

Chen Ming pushed away the office lady who was trying to hug him. Sometimes there are troublesome customers, just like her, who enjoy teasing him.

Having finally gotten rid of her, Chen Ming returned to the cashier and began to sort out the family's financial statements. With a few more people eating, the expenses had increased a bit, but there was still a balance.

Customers arrived one after another, and some even ordered takeout. He gradually began to feel some pressure.

When we first opened the shop, we didn't have many customers, but we gradually accumulated a lot of regular customers, and we started to get a little overwhelmed. Should we hire someone?

Ring ring ring...

The doorbell rang again. Chen Ming looked up and said—

"Welcome... um?"

Chen Ming's eyes widened.

He saw a slender, tall girl walk in through the door. She had long, flaxen hair that flowed straight down, and her pale eyes gave her a cold and aloof look.

I looked around the store.

Chen Ming hurried over and said—

"Sister? Why did you get here so quickly?"

Chen Xiao fixed her gaze on Chen Ming. Her cold expression conveyed a sense of distance, and she wore thin-rimmed glasses. But as she looked at Chen Ming, her icy demeanor slowly melted, revealing a smile, and she said—

"I asked a friend to bring me here on a military plane."

"..."

Chen Ming's lips twitched. So, was there really a need to be in such a hurry? It must be uncomfortable to sit in a military aircraft, right?

He looked at his sister, who was still wearing a white lab coat, and thought she had probably run straight out of the lab without taking anything with her.

He shook his head and said—

"Why the rush? I'm quite busy right now. Come over tonight and I can take you sightseeing."

"You're quite busy? Well, I'm here just in time to lend you a hand."

"Ah, this..."

"What? You don't trust me? I've known your three tricks since I was a kid, and haven't I often assisted you?"

That's not what I meant.

Chen Ming scratched his head, looked at his older sister, and said—

"Having a researcher work for my little shop is really... how should I put it? A waste of talent? A terrible use of a person's abilities?"

What's wrong with helping your younger brother?

No, no, no, even if he's a younger brother, you can't go too far. It's been like this since he was little. Spoiling him all the time is not good, even though Chen Ming hasn't turned out badly.

Chen Xiao looked at the fussy man in front of her. She knew her younger brother was like that. She forcefully pushed him aside, walked straight to the cashier, and said—

"Okay, get back to work."

She glanced at the order list and asked, puzzled—

"It seems like nobody's ordering pancakes. Are they really that bad?"

"do not know."

"...Make one for me."

"As ordered."

Chen Ming smiled helplessly. Chen Xiao, resting her chin on her hand on the table, also smiled. Then, after he went into the kitchen, she looked at the store name on the computer screen—

Siblings making pancakes.

She stroked it.

Chen Xiao, a researcher, is the older sister who has been with Chen Ming since childhood. Her current wish is to change the sibling pancake to a husband-and-wife pancake (originally the sibling pancake).

It's not that she's unaware that her feelings are strange; she's clearly the older sister, yet she still harbors strange fantasies about her younger brother...

It's really disgusting.

She tried to suppress it, but she still couldn't deceive herself.

When exactly did things turn out this way? Was it when I was cooking for her while holding her on a stool with her tiny feet? Or was it when I was comforting her while holding her during thunderstorms?

Was it through spending so many days together, day and night? Or was it already destined the moment she saw her younger brother open his eyes in the stroller?

It seems like many siblings have a distance between them, but they are very harmonious. They may argue occasionally, but they always show their true feelings.

Although she had excellent grades in junior high, she couldn't bear to leave him, so she attended a middle school near her home. However, things didn't work out for high school; she insisted on going to a top-tier school, and her younger brother, being very understanding, persuaded her to go.