I will never give in to Miss Death

I took out four eggs from the refrigerator and washed them, then took out four small taro and four sweet potatoes from the grain reserve box and washed them all. I turned on the gas stove, put the pot with water on it, set up the stand, and added the taro, sweet potato and eggs.

There are currently three people living in this house, all of them are girls. Small taro and sweet potato can provide sufficient starch and dietary fiber, and these two foods are the easiest to increase satiety. For girls, one taro and one big sweet potato are enough to fill them up. Eggs can provide almost all the nutritional protein and calorie supply for an adult for half a day, so in theory these foods are completely sufficient.

Of course, I can’t just cook for three people just because there are three people in my family. I have to apply the “N+1” theory.

What if Elodie, the foodie, eats a lot? What if Yin Xiamo, the god of death, is also a big eater?

The same goes for the coffee shop. I've read their plan and they plan to keep 52 cats on the first floor and put out 53 litter boxes. This is correct.

I have seen relevant information on the Internet. If a person has more than one cat at home, then the litter box should follow the N+1 theory. If there are two cats, there should be three litter boxes. If there are five cats, there should be six litter boxes, leaving enough space to prevent the cats from fighting and getting stressed out over the litter box issue.

"It's 7:05 now. It should be cooked by 7:20."

After putting the ingredients in place and closing the lid, I adjusted the size of the flame, glanced at the screen of my mobile phone, and walked out of the kitchen.

I have developed the time-saving habit of cooking first when I wake up and then washing my face and brushing my teeth while waiting for the ingredients to be steamed.

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and carefully tidied up my long hair. I looked at the various strange bottles and jars on the shelf and took out my phone to briefly look up some relevant knowledge -

"Skin care steps...makeup removal, exfoliation, gel, mask, toner, eye cream, face cream, sunscreen..."

"Toner is used after washing your face and drying it..."

"Wow... it's so complicated..."

Even though it was a bit overwhelming, I thought that I was already a girl and I would have to learn these things in the future anyway, so I had no choice but to follow the information I found online and compare the cosmetics in front of me to carefully take care of my face, neck, shoulders, arms and backs of hands, which are exposed areas.

The body lotion I applied after taking a shower last night still has a faint fragrance on my body. Combined with the newly added skin care products whose packaging looks very expensive, I spent more than ten minutes frantically applying various "creams", and now I feel like a delicious cream cake, sweet and tender.

This... should be enough, right?

Finally, looking at my fair and tender self in the mirror, I breathed a sigh of relief, went to the balcony to take out the T-shirt and shorts I had bought earlier, took off my nightgown and put them on.

There are three minutes left, so you can do some warm-up exercises.

The living room of Elodie's house is even bigger than that of the rental house. There is a square cushion in the middle of the living room, which seems to be for children to play on, which is just right for me to exercise.

Jumping around, stretching ligaments, exercising the lower abdomen and calf muscles...

Done!

Bathed in the aroma of taro and sweet potatoes coming from the kitchen, I put on special gloves, turned off the fire, took my breakfast out of the pot, rinsed it with cold water to cool it down, and brought it to the living room.

Miss Death and Elodie won't be getting up until around eight o'clock. With the pot covered, the food inside should still be warm after an hour, let alone half an hour. I just need to remind them to eat.

I went to the room to get a pen and paper, and wrote on the paper in the most handsome handwriting I could, "There is food in the kitchen." Then I went back to the living room, put the note in a conspicuous place, and started to eat breakfast.

When I go out later, I'll stop by to see where I can buy food nearby.

For breakfast when I’m alone, I can boil eggs and sweet potatoes, make noodles, cook various porridges, and make soy milk and fried dough sticks, but I don’t know how to do anything too complicated, and I don’t know if the two people in the house are used to it.

"what--"

While eating, around 7:30, the Grim Reaper Girl Yin Xiamo opened the door and walked into the living room with messy hair.

"My little cutie got up so early..."

Yawning, the girl in the corridor looked at me, then looked at the kitchen: "What's there to eat?"

“Simple boiled eggs and fish head sweet potato.”

I just finished eating and cleaned up the garbage: "And I'm not a cutie!"

"That little pet..."

"What's the difference?"

I put the garbage from last night together and put the garbage bag back on the trash can in the living room. I checked my belongings one last time - my phone, wallet, keys, and the bunny backpack filled with various small props and daily necessities. After confirming that nothing was missing, I waved to the Death Girl and said, "I'm going to work."

Yin Xiamo seemed a little reluctant: "Will you be back at 12 o'clock in the evening?"

"That's the theory."

I picked up the trash at the door: "If there is any leftover food in the store, I will bring you some back."

One advantage of working in a food store, fast food restaurant, or fruit store is that when it’s time to get off work, the boss will generally let the employees eat or take home any unsold, leftover, or soon-to-expire items.

The more formal the store, the greater the "benefits" will be.

For example, KFC and McDonald's.

I once worked a summer job at a KFC in the city center. Anything that was not sold on the day would be thrown away. Fried chicken and potato chips that were past their best before date would be put in the recycling area and no longer sold. At the end of the day, when work was done, employees would either take them home to eat or throw them away directly.

I still remember the KFC where I worked had just opened not long ago. The boss was very soft-hearted at first and would put the leftover food outside the store and give it away for free to passers-by. As a result, after doing this for a month, the sales dropped significantly. Old customers felt that it was not fair for the boss to give away things they had paid for for free and stopped consuming. New customers were unwilling to pay when they heard that they could eat for free in the evening and all waited to grab the fried chicken at night.

The most outrageous thing was that there was an old man who came to grab fried chicken every day. One time, I don’t know if there was really something wrong with the fried chicken or he had a health problem, but he was sent to the hospital on the same day after eating the fried chicken. His family members came and made a big fuss, and the boss was ordered to pay tens of thousands of dollars in compensation. From then on, the remaining fried chicken in the store was directly thrown away or asked the staff to deal with it themselves.

"I fell asleep at 12 o'clock at night."

Watching me leave the house, the Death Girl had a complicated expression: "Do you really have to stay up that late?"

"high salary."

To this, I just smiled and said, "I'm afraid of being poor."

This is true.

Nowadays, many jobs do not allow overtime, and bosses are bold enough to force employees to work overtime without receiving overtime pay.

Ordinary workers in the company cannot get much money even if they work overtime desperately, because many small business bosses have "defaulted" that employees must work overtime. In this case, if you want to get more money, you can only start a side business, just like I used to do.

Write novels, teach yourself software like PS and help others with photo editing.

Now I finally get a job in a large, formal company. My boss allows me to work overtime, which comes with extra pay. As long as I work hard, I can get positive feedback from this job. I definitely don't want to give up this opportunity.

Now many experts and scholars say that young people today are unwilling to endure hardships. In fact, this is not the case. Everyone is willing to endure hardships, but they just don’t want to endure meaningless suffering.

It's just like playing games. If I go online every day to do daily tasks, the more I do, the more I get. After completing the tasks, I get money and buy new equipment. My level improves, my combat effectiveness increases, and I make a little progress every day. Then I believe that everyone is willing to endure any hardship and be willing to go online every day.

Instead of logging in every day to do daily tasks, working hard for eight hours, and then asking the blacksmith to repair my equipment, all the money I earned in eight hours is gone. Not only does it not increase my combat power, but if I occasionally want to buy a small prop, I have to owe Huabei dozens of dollars. In such a game, who would be willing to go online and do the hard work?

I was at my poorest right now, and the owner of the coffee shop signed me up, promising that the more I worked, the more I would get. I could do the work of two people and get double the basic salary, so I definitely wanted to give it a try.

"OK then."

Perhaps seeing my determined expression, the girl in the room nodded and said, “Go for it.”

"You too, your injury hasn't healed yet, remember to eat on time."

I pressed the switch on the elevator and turned around: "Let's go."

"Ah."

The elevator door slowly closed and slowly fell with a steady "buzzing" sound.

"Meow--"

The moment the elevator door opened, I saw a black and white shadow running quickly from under the stairs.

Cat? Or Cow Cat?

I took out the key to open the door on the first floor and threw the garbage into the large trash can outside. I looked left and right at the still new "recyclable" blue trash cans, and a sense of déjà vu came over me.

Could there be some beautiful girl wearing white stockings and carrying a sniper rifle hiding in here?

"Puch..."

Amused by my own strange thoughts, I turned around and walked along the tree-lined path on the side towards the entrance of the community.

The weather forecast predicted that the temperature today would be between 25 and 30 degrees, and it would be a super sunny day. Considering that I would be working in the coffee shop all day, I didn't think too much before going out. I still wore the classic suit that I bought when I just became a girl - T-shirt, short-sleeved shirt, shorts and a baseball cap.

The back door exit of the community is here. There is a rice noodle shop when you come out, and next to it is a breakfast shop that sells soy milk, fried dough sticks, buns, rice dumplings, and rice noodle rolls.

There are two small breakfast cart shops here, and they seem to sell everything.

Okay, write all these down first.

I picked up a pen and paper to record the types and approximate locations of the nearby stores, and walked towards the "Shangjing Cat Cafe" marked on the map on my phone.

The feeling here is completely different from the urban village near the Snail House apartment. In the urban village, I often see all kinds of drunken hooligans or young men and women who just came back from a night of partying. Occasionally, there are some people dressed strangely wandering around, which makes people instinctively alert. But near Elodie’s house in Minami Nagi District, I don’t know if it’s because the police station is not far away, I didn’t see any hooligans or vagrants.

Moreover, the roads here are very wide, and there are shops and convenience stores on both sides of the road. As long as these shops are not closed, it should be no problem for me to come back alone at 12 o'clock in the evening.

Just like that, I jogged towards the coffee shop while recording the surrounding environment and the locations of major shops with pen and paper. At around 7:50, I arrived at the mushroom house near the Kamibara River and the Kamibara Nankai commercial street under construction.

The sky was completely bright at this time, and through the glass at the door, one could see Ouyang Xue busying herself with another male clerk.

"Sister Ouyang."

After pushing open the door and entering the store, I walked straight towards Ouyang Xue, who seemed to be counting items at the counter on the first floor, and asked bluntly, "Didn't we say that our store will officially open on May 5th?"

"This is what happens when you can't find a suitable maid. Choose a more auspicious day to officially open the business."

After hearing my voice, Ouyang Xue raised her head: "But you are here, aren't you?"

I was a little confused: "What does this have to do with me?"

The coffee shop officially opened on May 10th, and even the nerds in my readership group knew about it.

Because my novels have always been lukewarm, the reader mobility in the group is very low, and those who are still staying in the group are all old people. Everyone basically tacitly accepts that I, the author, am an "uncle."

When I think about the day when I will have to face those old readers who have been following my books for several years, I want to find a hole to bury my head.

"I feel like... maybe it would be better to prepare for a few more days?"

According to Ouyang Xue's requirements, the maids in this coffee shop must be beautiful and have good figures. Generally, such girls come from wealthy families, have had very good food since childhood, and have always had the conditions and habits for skin care, beauty and body shaping. Their families are not short of money. Even if they are from ordinary families and are naturally beautiful, those who can work here have basically graduated from college. It is impossible for beautiful girls with good figures to not have boys chasing them after four years of college. If they have boyfriends, they will not come for such jobs.

Therefore, the only people they are likely to recruit are those who have always yearned for jobs like "maid" or "2D" since childhood, or those who like cats and are not short of money and just want to find a girl who can pet a cat while at work. This type of girl must be beautiful but cannot have a boyfriend, which is very difficult.

"Didn't you say that you could do the work of two people this month? This way we can start work ahead of schedule."

Ouyang Xue bent down and moved a box onto the table. "The headquarters is about to be dissatisfied with us. Money keeps pouring in, but our daily income is not enough to pay for rent, water and electricity."

Oh well.

You are the store manager, you have the final say.

But I may need to communicate a little with the readers in the group in the next few days.

As many people as possible should be persuaded to go back! Don’t come!

"Here are your clothes. I had them dry cleaned last night after they were made. There's basically no odor anymore. You can put them on right away."

Opening the box, Ouyang Xue began to take out the things inside one by one.

"There are three sets of clothes in total, plus three pairs of shoes and three pairs of socks. All three sets of clothes are the same, so you can wear them alternately. If you do it in the morning and then in the evening, you will probably be sweating all over. You can wash the clothes directly when you get home at night."

After sorting and arranging the things, Ouyang Xue patted my shoulder like a big sister and said, "Although the working hours for the night shift in the contract are from 4pm to 12pm, I am not such a black-hearted boss. I will not let you work that late. At present, our store is not open all night. If you have nothing to do, you can go home after 10pm, and you will be paid as usual."

Such a conscience?!

I took the three packages of clothes in front of me and gave them a rough inspection.

Hmm...how should I put it, it feels a bit like the outfit that Rem wears in "Re: Life in a Different World from Zero"?

The overall color is black and white, and it seems to be equipped with sleeves, and the socks are... garter stockings.

White silk garter stockings.

No way? Are these the socks for a maid costume?

"what happened?"

Seeing me hesitate, Ouyang Xue came over and asked, "Have you never worn socks like this?"

I answered honestly, “Yeah.”

"It's like a normal stocking, you put the straps on first and then the socks on, connecting the straps so that the socks don't fall down when you walk around."

Ouyang Xue seemed very experienced: "Also, remember to take off your underwear when you put it on later. Put this on first and then put on your underwear."

"what?"

I was a complete novice in this area and blurted out, "Why?"

"If you put on your underwear first and then the garter belt, your belt will be on top and will keep swinging when you walk, and it will be inconvenient to go to the bathroom. Do you understand what I mean?"

Ouyang Xue pointed at the socks and said, "If you wear the garter stockings first, then put the underwear on, it can also serve as a way to fix the belt. You can take it off when you go to the bathroom. It won't be a hassle at all."

There is also such a requirement.

Why do I have a feeling like... "I wore a little skirt yesterday, and today I started learning how to wear advanced women's clothing"?

A maid outfit with garters is more than just a simple little skirt. This is a type of clothing that thoroughly...shows off your feminine charm!

"Go ahead. I showed you the girls' room on the second floor yesterday."

Ouyang Xue ignored my feverish face and stuffed clothes, accessories, socks and shoe boxes over to me: "Put the remaining two sets here first and take them back in the evening."