I will never give in to Miss Death

Then, I saw a lot of messages “@”ing myself in my reader group:

[@大叔爱萝莉大叔 This loli can’t be your girlfriend, right? So this is actually your autobiography? ]

[Is there a possibility that...she is the uncle? ]

[No way, Yinmeng, aren't you still in the hospital? Stop playing with your phone and go get some rest.]

[No! I am feeling much better now and have just been discharged from the hospital]

[@大叔爱萝莉大叔 We will leave for Kamihama on the morning of the 10th. Can we meet offline then? ]

After carefully browsing the messages in the reader group, I specifically picked out a few questions from group members and responded to them——

[@天下一个梦: The book is really not an autobiography. This world is so ordinary, how can there be any magical world?]

【@柊音梦Please remember to eat on time and rest well after returning home! 】

[@Qianfen, you guys are really arrogant. If you really come, I will definitely help you arrange everything properly.]

After replying to these messages, I sat up on the small bed, took a deep breath, walked to the computer desk beside me, and pressed the power button.

Well...if the Dinner Rabbit editor is responsible, I don't mind writing and saving the manuscript for later.

After all, I have been through a lot of things, so let them make a fuss about things on the Internet.

As an author, my job is to update my work on time every day, and try my best to build my own castle of words with the best attitude, so as to give the best reading experience to the readers who like and support me.

Similarly, as a maid in a coffee shop, my job is to serve customers. I go to work with the most energetic spirit every day, serve customers in the best condition, and provide the best quality service to customers who come into the store.

As for those messy things... those who said I was a boy on the Internet, those who questioned the capital operation of speculation, and even directly humiliated me, I can't argue and explain them one by one, right?

Maybe those people don't intend to listen to my explanation at all, and just come here for fun, or to vent their emotions?

Besides, I can’t explain it to so many people, right?

I sat in front of the computer, looking at the typing software opened on the screen, and took a deep breath again.

Don't think about it, don't think about it, Nuoer, don't care about what others think...

It took me a while to clear the abusive words from my mind, and I put my hands on the keyboard.

"..."

Sure enough, I still feel a little depressed.

I have worked so hard these past few days...

But it doesn’t matter, it’s always been like this anyway.

When I was an uncle, I was scolded by my boss, readers, and passers-by. At most, I would complain to Pipi and others on the voice chat. After a few days, didn’t I still have to go to work and write?

Yin Shiren...Oh no, Yin Nuoer, you are already a mature adult and you should know how to relieve stress by yourself.

"..."

"Hi! Noel!"

Just as I was telling myself to be strong and not care about the strange messages from my 99+ friends, the door of the room behind me was pushed open, and Yin Xiamo came in with a bowl of mung bean seafood.

"Your editor Rabbit said she and Elodie are going to go buy groceries, so we can just wait at home and eat. They will be back in half an hour at most."

Putting the mung beans and kelp on the table, Yin Xiamo bent down and asked, "Are you typing?"

"Ah."

I nodded, a little absentmindedly: "No need for this, we have to eat dinner soon."

"They just came downstairs. It will take them half an hour to buy it. Then they will have to cook for almost an hour before we can have dinner."

Yin Xiamo said seriously, "According to your stomach capacity, Xiao Nuo'er, you didn't eat much on the beach this afternoon, and you must be very hungry now after swimming for so long. Am I right?"

"is a bit."

I smiled and took the mung bean porridge: "Thank you."

"what?"

Yin Xiamo showed an expression that said "something's wrong with you": "Is Nuo'er worried about something?"

"Ah? No...no."

I ate mung beans and kelp while perfunctorily asking, "Why do you say that?"

"Normally you would never say the three words 'thank you' honestly. Even if you did, you would definitely only say 'thank you' instead of 'thank you'."

Yin Xiamo leaned forward and asked, "Are you in a bad mood? Were you scolded by a reader?"

"It's really nothing."

I quickly shook my head. “Maybe after the anchor’s video went viral, some people were curious whether the beauty filter was turned on, and then they searched for my novel based on the name. Many people added me and said a lot of weird things. I have now banned them from adding me as a friend.”

Yin Nuoer itself is not a particularly common name. Most search engines now have functions such as "crawler". After the video became popular, everyone knew that my name was Yin Nuoer. It was easy to search for the novels I wrote based on this keyword, and then find out my QQ group through pirated websites or somewhere else, and then know my QQ number. Once people who find this information make it public, the number of people adding me will explode instantly.

"So that's it."

Yin Xiamo showed a thoughtful expression, and then suddenly pulled out the sickle from the "void" and half-knelt down to me: "Hehe, Saber, I obeyed the call. Let me ask you, are you my Master?"

I was amused by this guy's appearance: "What are you doing? This is so embarrassing!"

"Please rest assured, Master, this Holy Grail War will be our masterpiece!"

In front of me, Yin Xiamo took out a black cloak from somewhere and put it on her back: "Let those foolish mortals struggle as much as they want!"

"puff……"

I couldn't help laughing: "Why are you acting so stupid all of a sudden?"

"because……"

After throwing the sickle aside with a clang, Yin Xiamo suddenly rushed towards me, hugged me with both hands, pressed her face against mine, and lowered her voice: "I don't want to see you look lost."

"Eh?"

"You won't be alone anymore."

The girl whispered in my ear, "You can tell me if you're unhappy, or if you're angry and want to bite me, you can."

"After all... I am your personal Grim Reaper."

"..."

"So stupid."

"Eh? It's rare that I care about you so much!"

"Even if that's the case, it's still stupid..."

"It's worth being stupid to see Nuoer's smile."

"Okay, okay, I'm not sad anymore, let go of my hand, it's so hot!"

"..."

……

No. 115 Be a cat lover and do cat-loving things

I wrote in the bedroom for about thirty or forty minutes when I heard the sound of the door opening in the living room outside.

"Are you really not going to go with me to apply for the job at that coffee shop tomorrow? I heard from Nuo'er and the others that the store manager seems to be a very nice person, very reasonable, and the environment is also very nice."

Not long after the door rang, Elodie's voice came over: "It just so happens that their store is holding an event tomorrow. Many anchors and people who won the lottery on Tongmeng.com will come. It's also the day when many new stores are opening in the commercial street next door..."

Then, the voice of Rabbit editor Lan Jiajia came: "They should be very busy, right? It's okay, I'll go after tomorrow. It just so happens that the editorial department still has a lot of things to hand over..."

came back?

I stood up from the small chair and walked out of the bedroom.

In the living room, rabbit editors Lan Jiajia and Elodie were carrying large and small bags containing meat, vegetables and fruits.

"How many words have you written?"

Seeing me, Lan Jiajia smiled gently and gestured to the bag in her hand: "I bought a lot of food for you. There is almost nothing in such a big kitchen. You guys are too shabby here."

Nothing?!

I thought about it and said, "I think I've already bought a lot of rice, grains, and basic seasonings. Is there still a lot missing?"

If I remember correctly, when we moved, Yin Xiamo and I almost moved all the kitchen utensils from the small apartment, including food.

Like the rice, mung beans, red beans, soybeans, whole grains, noodles, corn, sweet potatoes, and unused peanut oil, sesame oil, sugar, vinegar, cooking wine, and soy sauce that I didn't finish eating by myself before... Although the kitchen here in Elodie is really big, there is no need to fill it up, right? Isn't it enough to eat?

"You only have one kind of rice here. This is the fragrant rice produced by the Shuiming Rice Cultivation Center in Shuiming District. It is called Shuiming Fragrant Rice in the market. This kind of rice is generally used for cooking. This kind of rice is not enough in the kitchen. Rice can be used to cook rice or porridge. You can also make porridge at night. In addition, some fragrant rice is suitable for making fried rice after being cooked. Some rice is suitable for making summer desserts with mung bean porridge, or making porridge."

Lan Jiajia, dressed like a summer wife, said in a virtuous tone, "In my hometown, I like to cook a pot of porridge in the morning and at noon. This kind of porridge requires a kind of hard rice from Dadong District. It is not sticky and the rice soup is very cool. It is cooked with dried corn kernels. After simmering in a pressure cooker for a certain period of time and then cooling quickly, the porridge water will appear very clear. It can be put in the refrigerator to cool down and can be used as a staple food."

Eh?

"And this sweet potato. You only bought the ordinary yellow-heart sweet potato. This type of sweet potato is usually used to cook sweet potato soup with ginger. I bought chestnut sweet potatoes suitable for breakfast, and purple sweet potatoes..."

Walking past me, Lan Jiajia came to the kitchen and started to unpack the bags of things she bought and put them into the rice jar, grocery cabinet and refrigerator in the kitchen.

“The seasoning lacked cumin and sesame seeds, and was also missing breadcrumbs and starchy potato flour.”

"There is only pork in the quick-frozen section of the refrigerator, which is substandard."

"The peanut oil is not up to standard, the oyster sauce is not up to standard, there is only light soy sauce but no dark soy sauce..."

Every time she put something on the kitchen shelf, Lan Jiajia would explain something to herself.

I shot Elodie a curious look, and she gave me a "she's just like that in the game" look in return.

Does this count as... meeting an expert?

Before, as an uncle, the reason I learned to cook was entirely because of the pressure of life - I was poor.

I forced myself to learn how to cook purely to save money.

But the Lan Jiajia in front of me seems a little different from me.

She seems to be quite good at cooking.

I used to be alone at home, and since I lived close to the vegetable market, I naturally wouldn’t consider the need to stock up on a variety of things at home. Anyway, no matter how much I bought, I would be eating alone, so I might as well just go out for a walk every day and make do with what I had.

Like what Lan Jiajia said... like cumin powder, it is hardly used in daily cooking. It is only stockpiled by people who make barbecue or like the taste of cumin.

And this rice. I buy most of the rice at home in supermarkets. When I buy it, I also learn about whether this rice is suitable for cooking porridge or cooking, and what it tastes like. But in the end, what attracts me to buy this type of rice is not its use, but its price.

To put it simply, as long as it is not the kind of rice that needs to be processed or is expired, I will buy whichever type of rice is cheaper, because there is really not much difference in nutritional value between them.

The same goes for eggs. In the supermarket, there are ordinary feed eggs, free-range eggs, and even some that claim that their chickens live in a certain scenic area, purely in nature. Then eggs that cost a few cents are sold for five or six yuan each... There is really no need for this. The nutritional value is not much different. If all else fails, just eat two ordinary eggs.

"are you back?"

At this time, Yin Xiamo also came out of her room. Seeing Lan Jiajia, she was surprised and said, "You bought so much!"

"Of course not. She won't listen to my advice. She says she feels uncomfortable when she sees our kitchen and won't feel comfortable unless she fills it up with food."

Elodie shrugged. "I've been looking for roommates who can cook for a while now. I didn't expect that the best cook was right next to me, but I didn't notice it."

"almost."

After arranging the purchased food reserves, seasonings, and various kitchen utensils neatly, Lan Jiajia took the apron on the side and placed various meats and vegetables on the table: "You guys go outside and rest for a while, leave this to me."

I took the initiative and said, "Do you need help? I often cook at home."

"Little guy, you're only as tall as the counter..."

Lan Jiajia stretched out her hand and gestured between my head and the kitchen counter twice: "Kid, you should go back and lie down until dinner. How much of the novel have you written? Hmm?"

"I……"

I hesitated for a few seconds between the two questions "height" and "novel", and finally chose "novel": "I wrote more than 800 words."

"Eight hundred words in half an hour? That's a bit slow. A professional writer needs to write at least 3000 words an hour. If you're a part-time writer... you'll need to write at least 2000 words, which means 1000 words in half an hour."

After tying her apron, Lan Jiajia looked even more like a lady. She put her long hair up at the back of her head and said, "If you are interested in writing in the future, you can join the high-end author group and learn how to write from the girl named Daxu in the group. Her maximum speed is 16,000 words per hour."

What?

I was a little dumbfounded: "Is there really someone who can write more than 10,000 words in an hour?"

Although I am not a professional, popular author, I have indeed heard such legends from many places.