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

Basically, any leftover food will be reheated and eaten; it's impossible for it to be like what's shown on TV, where every meal is freshly prepared.

Ordinary people don't waste money like that.

He smiled and said to Lucifer—

What did Lucifer eat before? What delicacies are there in Hell?

"...Well, basically you don't need to eat anything."

Lucifer shook his head and said—

"If you really want to eat it, there are some edible ones, but they don't taste as good, probably because no one cooks them."

"Then eat more here."

"Ah."

Lucifer nodded. Actually, she had always been interested in all kinds of food, which was why she was seriously learning to cook.

Although I initially thought that since I was staying at someone else's house, I should at least help out a little, it's not like I'm ruling the world in hell, so I should still be polite.

Then gradually, she stopped caring so much about Chen Ming and started working with him to maintain the family.

Even Chen Ming handed the card to her.

Salaries are handed over and used directly for public purposes.

Anyway, the money belongs to Lucifer, and Lucifer belongs to him. No matter how you look at it, he's not losing out.

He had his own plans in mind.

Well, bank cards aren't used as often in daily life these days; mobile payments are the norm, so he created a payment account for Lucifer's phone.

Lucifer is still using his old phone; he'll have to get a new one someday.

After watching Lucifer finish eating, Chen Ming took out the soy sauce bottle containing the "little fish" from the kitchen, wiped it with a rag, and then painted on it again with water.

The little fish clung pitifully to the bottle, its eyes fixed on Lucifer, but the demon ignored it completely. Helpless, it then looked at Chen Ming.

This person seems kinder.

Chen Ming blinked, rested his chin on his hand, tapped the bottle with his finger, and said—

"This little thing seems quite intelligent."

"Spirituality?"

"Um, I mean, it has a soul."

Chen Ming's words made Lucifer tilt her head; she seemed a little out of touch with reality—

"Isn't the soul a very common thing? What's so strange about it?"

"Well, how should I put it, it's more humane."

Is it humane?

Lucifer looked into the soy sauce bottle, and the little fish waved its tentacles at her.

Chen Ming originally wanted to use this thing to make fish cakes, but after raising it for a while, he felt more and more that it was intelligent, so he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Chen Ming asked—

Is it trying to say something?

"...You'd better not investigate."

"why?"

"because……"

Lucifer hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to speak up, but seeing Chen Ming's curious expression, she sighed and said—

"Fine, since you're not planning to eat this anyway, just listen to it."

Lucifer snapped his fingers.

Chen Ming looked at the soy sauce bottle with curiosity.

Little Fish glanced at him, then said—

"It's so salty..."

"?"

"The soy sauce in the bottle is too salty. I want to change rooms."

"...Don't you want to go out?"

Chen Ming looked at the trapped little fish, and surprisingly, he didn't make a fuss or say he wanted to escape.

The little fish suddenly dispersed into smoke, then coalesced again, and said in despair—

"Since you've caught me, it's only a matter of time before I'm eaten. I just hope I can die a quick and painless death..."

Chen Ming blinked and looked at Lucifer.

Lucifer looked at him and said—

“I know you. You can’t bear to eat it when you hear it talking. So let’s just let it go.”

Indeed, how can we even begin?

He held the soy sauce bottle, gently opened the cap, and said to the little fish—

"Alright, come out now."

"Ah."

The little fish slowly crawled out, then looked at Chen Ming and said—

"It tastes like soy sauce. I hope this time it can be a Coke bottle, not a Pepsi."

"...What's wrong with Pepsi? Pepsi is still cola."

"What? Heresy! Pepsi is only fit for flushing toilets."

The little fish shook off its previous dejection, raised several tentacles to protest against Chen Ming, and its body color turned an angry red.

Chen Ming found it somewhat amusing and continued to tease it, saying—

"How dare you say that? I've made up my mind. I'm going to throw you into a Sprite bottle and then pour Pepsi in."

Are you the devil?

The little fish finally realized that this human was even more vicious than a demon... Speaking of which, it was he who decided to use the soy sauce bottle in the first place, having used it for so long.

Chen Ming laughed and poked its soft body with his finger. It tried to resist, but it went limp and had no strength.

"Damn it, stop it..."

The little fish clung to his hand; he struggled, but couldn't break free, it was sucking him in tightly.

Chen Ming had no choice but to say—

"Alright, let me go now. You're free now. You can go wherever you want. I won't put you in a bottle anymore."

"……real?"

The little fish looked at him.

"real."

He nodded.

The little fish glanced at Lucifer again, but didn't say anything. Then it slowly floated to the window and looked back at the two of them.

It seems they really intend to let it go.

It felt a surge of excitement, its expression shifting slightly as it looked at Chen Ming, and it said—

"Idiot, nyah nyah nyah!"

Then they ran away in a flash.

Chen Ming looked at Lucifer and said—

"Didn't you say before that thing was quite rare?"

"Hmm, in your terms, it's a rare and precious treasure? But you're not planning to eat it, are you?"

"Hmm, it doesn't feel right to kill something like that."

"There's no need to kill it. Just cut off a little bit to eat, and it will grow back on its own. There won't be any loss."

"Hey?"

Chen Ming paused for a moment, then said—

"Then we can make some to eat every time? That makes me a little curious about its taste. How about we catch one?"

Lucifer smiled helplessly, looked at the guy, and said—

"If you really catch him and bring him back, you won't be able to bear it. Let's just forget about it."

"I can't just let it go. It still hurts to think about it. It's a rare and precious treasure. How much could it have sold for?"

"Don't you have a lot of money in your card?"

“That belongs to someone else, and I have to return it.”

Chen Ming looked at Lucifer and said—

"My heart is breaking."

"and then?"

"A hug from me will definitely make you feel better."

"Stop fooling around."

Her faint protests were useless; he pulled her gently into his arms and gave her a peck on the cheek.

Lucifer smiled slightly.

Seriously, they're getting more and more demanding.