I will never give in to Miss Death

In the kitchen, I carefully took out the glutinous rice of different colors from the steamer according to a certain proportion, and then used tools to put them together to form a colorful disc. In front of all the viewers in the live broadcast room with the camera above my head, I took out the bowls and chopsticks from the sterilizer, poured some white sugar into two special cute cat bowls, divided them into two portions, and then handed them to the dining table of Li Denghua and Zhou Xiaofei outside.

Although this colorful glutinous rice looks particularly delicious, in most cases, it does not have a very obvious taste compared to ordinary glutinous rice, which may be a bit "disappointing" for young children. Since I don't know how much Li Denghua and Zhou Xiaofei like sweets, my best choice is to prepare more white sugar for them.

"Is it sticky rice made from maple leaves? Is it the maple leaf we know?"

Obviously, Li Denghua's family usually doesn't prepare these things for the little one. At this moment, the little girl changed her usual arrogant look and looked at the colored rice on the table with her eyes shining: "I remember that maple leaves are red, so shouldn't the rice dyed with them also be red?"

“Maple syrup is not red.”

Obviously, Zhou Xiaofei seemed to know a lot about this kind of common sense. She took the plate and said to me very seriously, "Thank you, Sister Nuoer."

"Thank you, Sister Nuoer!"

Li Denghua also said something as if she realized something, and then carefully took the small cat bowl filled with sugar: "Even the bowls here are so cute!"

"Yes, so if you are free in the future, you are welcome to come and play anytime."

I helped separate the chopsticks and bowls between the two of them: "How many days off will the school have for the Dragon Boat Festival?"

The small cat bowl is actually a major feature of the coffee shop.

Under the leadership of Ouyang Xue, the most important thing here is "details".

For example, in addition to some advertisements and tips near the QR code on our table, there are also some notes written in lolita fonts, such as "Please don't waste food" and "Please don't bully cats". All the bowls and chopsticks in the store are specially purchased customized versions. Some plates are shaped like a large cat's paw, and some chopsticks have a pair of cat ears behind them. In addition to various warm decorations hanging on the glass around the restaurant, there are also some graffiti on it, such as "Meow meow meow! ← Cats were here" and "When you see this line of words, you have been targeted by a cat, so hand over the cat canned food."

We even made the restroom extra cute, with decorations all over the inside and outside, and kept the air fresh at all times. No matter what the customers do or where they look, they will feel that the whole world is cute and that the coffee shop has put a lot of thought into it.

Moreover, the decorations and texts in some places change every day. For example, the graffiti on the window may be replaced with "Stupid Humans - Anti-Cat Alliance Building No. 3" or "I don't like eating fish, who says cats have to eat fish - Glutinous Rice who hates the fishy smell" the next day. The wind chimes here were replaced with lighted star ornaments, and the three-meter-high cat climbing frame over there was split into two, one of which became the "charging station entrance" for the sweeping robot.

Normally, the standard that Ouyang Xue sets for us is that hygiene, safety and customer experience are always put first, and then we try our best to make returning customers feel a completely different coffee shop atmosphere every time they enter the store.

"Three days off."

In response to my question, Li Denghua picked up her chopsticks and looked impatient: "Yesterday was Friday, and there are three days left, today and tomorrow, which means I only have one day off, and then a weekend off."

"That's it..."

I poured a cup of monk fruit tea for both of them: "Aren't mom and dad going to have a holiday?"

In my impression, Li Denghua's father seemed to have rarely contacted this family and had always been working in the artisan area. Her mother was also very busy and neglected to discipline her daughter since she was a child, which made Li Denghua have a very strange personality since she was a child.

A problematic family will give birth to problematic children... Well, this is someone else's family affair and I have no right to interfere. Now Li Denghua more or less has a good friend like Zhou Xiaofei. I hope their friendship can continue.

"There's no holiday. They just work every day."

Li Denghua pouted in dissatisfaction: "Xiao Fei is still the best to me."

"I...I don't have any either."

Zhou Xiaofei blushed at this: "Denghua is also very good to me. This dress was given to me by you..."

"How about Xiao Fei repaying me by marrying me when she grows up?"

"What are you talking about? We are all girls..."

"What's wrong with being a girl? Aren't Sister Nuo'er and Sister Xiaomo both girls?"

"..."

Eh?

Watching the two of them flirting on the table, I was a little dumbfounded.

Did your relationship heat up so quickly?

"Sister Nuoer."

After showing affection to each other for a while, Li Denghua turned around and asked: "Is this red glutinous rice dyed with that flower?"

"It's not a flower, it's a kind of grass."

I came to my senses: "It's called red and blue grass. Some places call it 'mountain sorghum'. Its leaves are green, but the rice dyed from it is red."

"Then can I also dye glutinous rice red using dragon fruit?"

"As for dragon fruit... it's OK, but it's a little expensive!"

I smiled and said, "In our area, red dragon fruit seems to be more expensive than rice, so we usually don't use it for dyeing."

They are just children after all. Seeing this color reminds them of eating dragon fruit.

How do you say that? Children speak without restraint.

Dragon fruit can indeed be used to dye things, but from a commercial perspective, using it to dye glutinous rice and selling it is a complete loss, so...

"Then when I learn how to make glutinous rice, I will also dye it red for Sister Nuoer to eat."

Li Denghua tried to scoop up a spoonful of glutinous rice with a small spoon: "So sweet!"

"Sweet?"

Zhou Xiaofei was a little curious: "My grandma used to make this kind of glutinous rice for me, but it didn't seem to be sweet?"

"It's really sweet!"

Li Denghua directly put a large spoonful of black glutinous rice from her bowl into Zhou Xiaofei's bowl: "Try it, it has a herbal taste, it's super delicious!"

"what?"

Zhou Xiaofei took a bite and showed a surprised expression: "It's really sweet, Sister Nuoer, did you add sugar in it?"

"Yes."

I asked tentatively, "If you don't like it, I can change it to normal flavor."

"No, I like this."

Li Denghua first added a large spoonful of glutinous rice to Zhou Xiaofei's bowl, and then filled her own small bowl for the cat: "This is the first time I've eaten this kind of holiday food."

One can imagine how strict the family of this wealthy lady is...

"Then you guys eat here first. There are still a few dishes left. Sister Xiaomo or a big sister named Feiluo will pass them to you later."

Seeing that they were eating so happily, I pointed outside the door and said, "If you need anything, just go find Sister Xiaomo. You should know what she looks like, right? I need to go back to Xingxing Garden Community. I forgot something at home."

"it is good!"

Li Denghua raised her little head: "Do you want to take a bus back?"

"No, it's not far, I can just walk back."

I squatted down and touched the heads of the cats in the arms of the two little girls. I waved to them and said, "See you later."

"See you later, be safe on the road, Sister Nuoer."

After saying goodbye to the two little guys, I walked out of the coffee shop almost out of habit, basking in the warm sunshine outside, feeling quite happy.

Ah... Is this what it feels like to be a big sister? So comfortable.

Taking care of the children and listening to them calling me "Sister Nuoer" one after another, I don't know why I always feel a very satisfied and happy feeling.

Ahem, that’s not right. Why do I enjoy being a “big sister” instead of a “big brother”?

Even if he’s an “uncle” it’s okay. When did I get used to this kind of unspoken rule?

Could it be that even my subconscious mind has already assumed that I am a girl? Is there no trace of the original "uncle" left?

Maybe...it shouldn't have reached that point yet?

I must have been bullied by Xiaomo and Filo for too long, that's for sure.

I walked out of the coffee shop as usual, followed the winding tree-lined path outside and went down the hill. On the way back, I was still thinking about the times when Xiaomo "bullied" me.

Humph... He is just a few thousand years older than me, and has a little more experience than me...

Anyway, she is just a clone. I will be able to "endure" this for a while. I will surpass the clone first and then the original body in the future. It will be just around the corner!

By the way, today's sun seems to be quite harsh.

As I thought about this, I stepped onto the right side of the small road south of the coffee shop and calmly moved my bangs away from my forehead.

"Clap, clap, clap."

As I walked on the hard concrete roadside, the heels of the round-toed leather shoes that matched my maid outfit made a slightly dull sound when they hit the ground.

You can vaguely feel a slight force coming from your heels.

The garter stockings wrap the entire foot and calf, leaving some soft flesh in the middle of the thigh. Two straps are directly connected to the waist strap. With every step you take on the road, the stockings at the waist, between the thighs and on the legs will bring a noticeable pulling sensation.

Occasionally, a breeze blows under the skirt, and the thigh flesh exposed by the suspender stockings feels cool.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been drinking too much Philo Dragon King Milk recently, but my breasts have grown a little. This set of clothes that was originally designed for children with a flat chest has bulged a little, pushing the front part of the top out a little, allowing some summer wind to flow in from under the skirt, cooling my entire belly.

The maid decorations on my hands were extremely soft, and they kept rubbing against the skin of my arms, causing me to feel itchy as I shook my hands.

Speaking of which, maid costumes are mainly white, so they shouldn’t absorb sunlight, right?

and many more.

After walking on the road for a while, I suddenly realized something was wrong under the curious gazes of passers-by.

How come I came out in a maid outfit?!

Realizing this, I looked back almost subconsciously.

I've already walked... quite a long way.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, there is a very long road behind me.

From this spot, looking at the slope of the coffee shop, you can only vaguely see the huge banyan tree.

It’s over, it’s over. When I go home, I should change my clothes.

Now she looks like this... wearing white stockings, small leather shoes and a maid outfit. She is completely "out of tune" with the outfits of ordinary people around her, and the rate of people turning back to look at her is frighteningly high.

But I can't just walk back like this, right? It would take a lot of time to go back and forth, and I would probably lose my lunch break.

But if I choose to go back like this...will I be mistaken for a cosplayer or a vain little girl?

The people in Minami-nagi are much more open-minded than those in Chuo-ku, but that doesn’t mean I like to be the center of attention…

It seems... this is the only way to go back now?

Ugh, do I have to walk this road twice in a maid outfit?

I guess I had been chatting with Zhou Xiaofei and Li Denghua for too long just now, and had completely immersed myself in the identity of a "maid". Then I remembered that I had to go get dragon milk for Ouyang Xue to drink, and my brain somehow assumed that "going home" meant "just getting something", and I didn't even think about "changing clothes".

This is probably related to my life in the coffee shop in the past two months. Because in the coffee shop, not only Xiaomo and I, but also Ouyang Xue often wear maid outfits, so in the store I may habitually think that this set of clothes belongs to "daily wear."

But the problem is, let alone the maid outfit, the attribute of "white silk garter stockings" alone is absolutely rare outside...

Nowadays, girls or professional women may wear black stockings, black tights, black stockings, etc., which are completely OK when paired with school uniforms, but white stockings... In my impression, only little girls learning to dance, wearing a ballet costume sitting in the back of their parents' car, or very young children, six or seven years old, who are ignorant of the world, would wear white stockings.

Never mind, let others watch it.

After hesitating for a few dozen seconds, I made a decision - just go home in this outfit!

It’s no big deal. White silk stockings have very high requirements on a girl’s figure, especially the legs. But Nuoer, your figure is perfect enough and no one will find it eye-catching when you wear them. They will just be happy to see a cute little loli today.

So you don't need to be too shy, just treat it as your normal job at a coffee shop.

After a mental struggle, I started walking towards Xingxing Garden Community again.

——If you really meet someone with bad intentions, just press the cat bell on your neck to call Xiaomo.

Scratch that, not a cat bell, just a regular walkie talkie, eh.

"..."

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[The Cute God Contest is in full swing! Everyone remember to vote every day. This contest is all about the cohesion of readers. With Nuoer's current opponent, there is still hope for him to win! ]

No, 300 I should prepare some tenderness for you

The world in a June afternoon is filled with the scent of hot waves and the tipsy summer breeze.

Compared to cold, I personally prefer heat.

It is said that this is related to a person's physique. Thin people like hot days, but fat people cannot stand the heat and would rather skip spring and autumn and go directly into winter.

But I feel that the reason I like summer is not because of my physical condition, but... something related to life.

"Clap, clap."