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

He hesitated for a moment, then, on a whim, said—

"Uh, it's all... no, that's not right, I misspoke..."

"Ok?"

His guest stared wide-eyed at Chen Ming, looking him up and down, and then said—

"Scumbag."

"..."

Chen Ming had recently lost the will to resist such a form of address, and inexplicably felt a little guilty, so he awkwardly looked away.

Then the black-stockinged office lady's expression immediately fell, and she said—

"But I haven't even had a jerk... I'm almost thirty and still don't have a marriage prospect..."

She became anxious about her marriage.

Chen Ming twitched her lips and took the opportunity to slip away, leaving Cerberus unable to escape her grasp.

Guests arrived one after another.

Everyone was a little surprised when they saw Lucifer, after all, his white hair and red eyes were too eye-catching, and Lucifer was also very beautiful.

"Boss, do you... hire people based on their looks?"

"...No, no."

Chen Ming smiled wryly. The older sister who had helped him before was also a great beauty, so it was quite normal for her to be misunderstood.

Lucifer, seeing him being questioned by everyone, spoke up to help him out, saying—

“We’ve known each other for a long time, and we’re here to help him.”

The customers just asked casually, then ordered their food one by one, and the restaurant started to get busy. Lucifer then noticed a problem.

Why does it seem like not many people are ordering pancakes?

Everyone was eating wontons and dumplings, and some were eating noodles and rice noodles.

Isn't this a bakery?

"..."

Lucifer kept her questions to herself. What she didn't know was that the shop had already made a name for itself, not as "a good pancake shop," but as "a shop that makes very good dumplings and wontons."

Sometimes, doing something may not yield the expected results, but the gains can still be substantial.

Shop owners can't eat on time, because the busiest time for customers is during mealtimes, so they have to eat earlier or later.

Around 2 p.m., the weather was hot, and there were fewer pedestrians and customers.

Chen Ming ladled several bowls of braised pork rice from the rice cooker.

He placed it on the table and said—

"Dinner's ready."

"They're here! They're here! They're here!"

Cerberus immediately transformed into human form, snuggled up to Chen Ming, rubbed his face against Chen Ming's, and said—

"It smells good."

"...Are you saying I smell better or the food smells better?"

"They all smell good."

"..."

Chen Ming thought, "Won't Cerberus eventually give in and eat him? He's already said more than once that he tastes good."

Lucifer did the math, walked over and sat down, and said—

"...It seems like we haven't sold many pancakes."

"...Stop talking."

I feel heartbroken.

It's like a singer who doesn't get recognition for their singing, but becomes famous for writing jokes. Although there's nothing wrong with that, you still feel a little strange.

Lucifer smiled, took a bite of the braised pork rice, and the flavors of green beans and cured pork filled the rice. The soy sauce and oyster sauce were just right, and the aroma was irresistible.

"...I think your 'silent meal' would be a hit if you sold it."

"So there's no hope for the cake anyway, right?"

Chen Ming was helpless.

Cerberus, meanwhile, was engrossed in shoveling rice into his mouth with his chopsticks, a blissful expression on his face, and said—

"Master, are you a cooking genius?"

"...That's an exaggeration, it's just average."

Chen Ming saw that her face was covered in rice grains, reached out and picked them off for her, and said—

"Really, like a little kid."

"Well……"

Cerberus's furry ears twitched. Looking at the grains of rice in Chen Ming's hand, it leaned in and took his finger into its mouth.

Chen Ming was stunned.

Cerberus ate the grain of rice in his hand, revealing his canine teeth, and smiled, saying—

"We can't waste it!"

"Really..."

He smiled and ruffled her hair.

Ring ring ring...

Suddenly, the bell on the door rang, and Cerberus quickly tucked in his ears and tail.

Chen Ming looked outside and saw a black motorcycle with a mechanical style parked in front of the store. A slender girl walked in.

She looked around the shop, met Chen Ming's gaze, smiled, and said—

"Would you like a pancake?"

Chapter 74 Even Demons Feel Fear?

How should I describe the girl in front of me...?

She had dark gray hair with a small braid hanging down from her bangs, and her eyes had a hint of light blue. She wore a black leather dress with many belt buckles fastened from her chest to her waist.

She wore black boots and black stockings. All in black, yet her skin was as white as snow, creating a striking contrast.

Her graceful figure was outlined by the close-fitting clothes, which also carried a touch of elegance.

Cerberus glanced at her, then continued eating in silence. Lucifer, however, slightly raised his head, looked at the man, and frowned slightly.

Chen Ming's gaze was first drawn to the motorcycles outside, rather than to the beautiful girl in front of him.

His eyes lit up.

So handsome!

Although it's unclear what kind of motorcycle it is, the exposed mechanical structures suggest it's more than just decorative. Compared to the simpler designs of today, such a complex motorcycle is clearly unsuitable for mass production.

But he's so handsome!

Compared to Chen Ming's women's motorcycle... no, even comparing it is a desecration.

"A pancake, please..."

The girl in black strode in, but the shop owner stared intently at her motorcycle outside, more eagerly than at the beautiful woman.

"..."

The girl in black was completely ignored by him. Her brow twitched, and she slowly walked up to him, saying—

"boss?"

"Huh? Oh... okay."

He smiled sheepishly at her and said—

Is that car outside yours?

"……be mine."

She narrowed her eyes. Wasn't this guy weird? What was the meaning of her being so focused on the car while such a beautiful young woman was here?

She sighed softly and said—

"boss……"

"Okay okay."

Chen Ming glanced at her a few more times, still reluctant to leave. His indifference towards the girl made her feel somewhat defeated.

Are people inferior to cars?

Woman, you're blocking my view of the car.

Of course, Chen Ming wouldn't say such impolite things; he obediently went back to making the pancakes...

Ok?

He seemed to realize what was happening, poked his head out, looked at the girl in black, and said—

"Um, you want a pancake, right?"

"Huh? Yeah."

"...Are you sure it's not wontons or dumplings?"

Lucifer couldn't help but laugh as he listened to Chen Ming's words. This guy had become somewhat numb; usually no one ordered it, but when someone suddenly ordered a pancake, he would double-check.

The girl in black was puzzled and said—