I will never give in to Miss Death

"I was looking for an expression that would let me say goodbye, but I was just repeating this scene over and over again."

"In this seemingly difficult and lonely place, I just want to walk on hand in hand with you..."

"..."

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was a ceiling that was familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar.

"Well……"

I turned my head slightly and saw that the horizon outside the floor-to-ceiling window on my right was already turning slightly pale - daybreak was almost approaching.

I seem to have...had another dream about my "past life"?

Sitting up dazedly, I looked down at my chest which was covered in children's underwear.

It still has only a faint curve under the little bunny nightgown, and the delicate and white skin around it is like white jade, without any flaws.

Oh, by the way, I still have to go to work today.

I realized something and woke up from my daze. I stretched out on the small bed and said, "Wooah——"

I really want to sleep a little longer.

"No matter how many times I will call out your name, even if we are facing an uncertain future..."

"I'm here! I'm right here!"

"Your home is right here!"

The phone beside me is still playing the wake-up ringtone "And I'm home". The azure blue screen of the phone is shining with a gentle light in this hazy morning.

The second day of working in the coffee shop, Start.

I silently encouraged myself in my heart, turned off the alarm on my cell phone next to me, and got out of bed.

Just like yesterday, the doors of Elodie and Yin Xiamo's rooms were still tightly closed. After I left the room, I went straight to the balcony and took down the artist's suit and skirt that I had washed the day before.

Then I remembered what happened last night.

"..."

It seems that Miss Death carried me... carried me back last night, and when I was sleeping, she stripped me of all my clothes and threw me into the bathtub as soon as we got home?

Because it might be the first time I did such high-intensity maid waitress work, I was really, really sleepy after coming back from the coffee shop last night.

That feeling made it almost impossible for me to wake up in the bathroom, let alone type or do laundry.

The only thing I can remember that was comparable to that sleepiness was the extremely boring math or English classes in school. Plus, I didn’t sleep well the night before, so I was groggy throughout the class and didn’t know who I was. As soon as the bell rang, I fell unconscious on the table - that was pretty much the state I was in.

The only thing I remember was that I was thrown into the bathtub at the end, and Miss Death and I had a "frank talk" with each other, washing each other's bodies face to face.

I don't have much recollection of what happened afterwards, but I felt that I took a shower, changed my clothes with the help of Yin Xiamo, and lay down on the bed.

Also, I seem to remember one thing, that is... Miss Death's breasts didn't seem to be flat.

She is... well, average Asian woman.

At least more “informative” than I am now.

So these clothes were washed by Yin Xiamo?

Amid the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers on the balcony, I looked at the complete set of maid outfits and matching socks on the shelf above my head, as well as the T-shirt and short jeans I wore yesterday, and thought silently in my heart.

Did you even help wash your underwear?

I tried taking one of the children's underwear off and smelled it.

Hmm...it's the smell of the soap I usually use to wash my underwear.

Did Xiaomo use my laundry detergent to help wash clothes?

Why do I feel like I have become a child who needs to be taken care of?

With a wry smile on the balcony, I took my clothes back to the house and went to the bathroom to start my usual washing routine.

Face cream, eye cream, toner...hmm.

Put on your clothes, fix your skirt, and finally your hair.

Let me see. Yesterday the store manager gave me two ribbons. If I do my hairstyle as she taught me, it should be...

After working in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes, I finally imitated her and combed my hair into a "Noelle" or "young version of Chtholly" hairstyle.

It's so simple! I'm a genius!

Looking at the cute little girl in the mirror who had changed into that light blue artist sweatshirt and little skirt, I showed a satisfied expression.

But then again, why do I feel weird today?

I feel a little uncomfortable, but I can't tell what's wrong.

This "feeling wrong" mostly comes from the lower abdomen, a bit like having an upset stomach or not covering yourself with a blanket at night and letting your stomach catch a cold. In short, it's very uncomfortable, but you can't tell exactly what it is, which makes you very irritable.

Could there be something wrong with the buffet or milk tea we had last night?

I looked towards Yin Xiamo's room.

There was no movement, as if the guy hadn't woken up yet.

Forget it. It doesn’t seem to be serious anyway. I’ll go to the hospital for a check-up if something goes wrong.

I tried to rub my flat belly in the house. As usual, I did my daily abdominal exercises on the cushion in the living room, then picked up my phone and keys and went downstairs.

I didn’t prepare any ingredients yesterday, and there aren’t many taro and sweet potatoes left at home. So I won’t make breakfast today, and will try the breakfast skills of the breakfast shop here.

After leaving the community and breathing the fresh air outside, I found one of the breakfast shops that I remembered when I passed by here yesterday morning.

A southern-style breakfast shop... Well, isn't Kamihama City considered southern?

When I walked into the store, I saw all kinds of steamed buns, soy milk and fried dough sticks, as well as local snacks such as "zongzi", "rice rolls", "rice rolls" and "wontons".

This store looks quite old. It is not like those formal stores where everything is neatly displayed. Many of the tables, chairs and cupboards are quite old. It is also not very fancy. They just put the pan for frying dough sticks at the door of the store, and fry a portion for someone who wants to eat. There is also a soy milk machine on the table, and anyone who wants can get a bowl.

By the way, why does this rolled noodle look different from what I remember? Is there any other way to eat it?

"Little sister, do you want this?"

The owner was a middle-aged woman in her fifties or sixties. She was making dumplings with her husband. When she saw my eyes on the sideboard, she quickly came over and asked, "How many do you want?"

"what is this?"

I was a little curious: "What does it taste like?"

I have eaten similar breakfasts in Chuo Ward, Kamihama City, such as rice rolls and rice noodle rolls, but I always feel that they are a little different from this one.

"You can do it yourself if you want."

The auntie at the breakfast shop looked at me as if I were a child. She took out a bowl of meat from the cupboard and showed me how to make this "rolled noodle": "Here, spread this out first."

Spreading out a kind of translucent soft dough that seemed to be made of special flour into a long strip, the aunt used a spoon to scoop a large spoonful of stuffing that seemed to be a mixture of minced meat and leeks or some vegetables from the meat bowl next to it, and then spread it evenly on the spread out super wide noodles, forming a strip.

"Like this, roll it up again."

Then, the aunt rolled up the side that had just been coated with the filling, rolled it forward a few times, and then put some more filling in the middle with a spoon, and rolled it a few more times. Finally, it was rolled into a "rolled rice noodle" about 20 centimeters long, and you could clearly see that it was full of filling.

"It's two yuan a piece. You can make it yourself or buy it ready-made. There are many sauces there, including soy sauce, ketchup, and yellow sauce."

As if coaxing a child, the aunt looked at me and asked, "How much do you want, little sister?"

Two bucks a piece?!

I was a little surprised and thought I had heard it wrong, so I took a quick look at the price list on the wall.

A roll of rice noodle is two yuan, a serving of rice roll is four yuan, soy milk and fried dough sticks are one yuan...they are all so cheap!

"Haha, little sister, this is probably your first time here, right?"

At this time, a diner nearby spoke up: "This restaurant is almost 30 years old, and the prices have hardly increased. The surrounding area of ​​Minami Nagi District... almost all of them are like this. Everyone knows it. The Kamihama City Government seems to have almost forgotten about this area of ​​Minami Nagi District. There has been no construction for decades, so we are happy to have some free time."

Oh no…

It's really a magical place.

No wonder people always say that writers need to get out more often... Minaminagi Ward and Chuo Ward are both part of Kamihama City, and are less than 20 kilometers apart. The prices and eating habits are so different, wouldn't the differences be even greater if they were two different cities?

At least this rice noodle roll... I've never eaten it like this.

Moreover, if you let customers cook by themselves, aren't you afraid that they will suddenly stuff minced meat into the food when adding ingredients? This is no different from a buffet...

If this were placed in a central area's urban village or commercial street, it would probably be snatched away by all kinds of customers without leaving anything behind.

"I want six, two by two, separate packs. There are three of us."

Thinking that I didn’t have much time, I gave up the idea of ​​“making it myself” and walked to the soy milk machine on the side: “I want three more cups of soy milk.”

Soy milk or soybeans are said to have beauty-enhancing effects. They contain phytoestrogens. Because they are weak plant-based estrogens, they are relatively mild in nature. Some experts have said that they can beautify and enlarge breasts. However, I don't know whether they are effective or not.

When I was writing books or eating, I liked to watch various programs about popular science and interesting knowledge summaries. As the saying goes... "Knowing a little bit about everything will make your life more colorful", and I will never be dissatisfied with how much knowledge I have.

"okay."

As I watched, the owner neatly packed three breakfasts for me, and I paid with my mobile phone right away.

Breakfast for three people costs 15 yuan. Nannagi District is really a paradise for retirement.

I took breakfast back to Elodie's room. Seeing that both of them were still asleep, I divided the breakfast into three bowls and enjoyed my own portion at the dining table.

Hmm...this legendary noodle roll, how should I describe it, tastes very delicious.

Its filling is indeed a combination of leeks and minced meat, but the taste is not as strong as that of dumplings stuffed with leeks, and there is no obvious leek flavor. It feels a bit like the salty and fresh taste of minced meat and leeks put in a pan with soy sauce and stir-fried until cooked.

The texture of the "skin" that the aunt used to wrap the meat filling is exactly the same as "rice vermicelli", or it can be said to be a large-sized rice vermicelli skin. To put it simply, the original width of the rice vermicelli is increased to more than ten or twenty centimeters, and the meat filling is rolled up with that thin, translucent skin into a tube shape, and finally it is eaten directly with some ketchup, yellow sauce or soy sauce.

But why does my stomach still feel so uncomfortable?

After eating the rice rolls and drinking soy milk, I felt a distinct discomfort in my lower abdomen. I tried to rub the soft and tender flesh there, wondering whether I should ask for leave from the manager of the coffee shop.

Asking for leave on the second day of work was not what I wanted.

Not to mention waiters, even if you are a white-collar technician, taking sick leave in the first week of work will leave a bad impression on your boss.

Moreover, the condition of my stomach was stuck in the middle of "not too painful", "can bear it", "but not very comfortable either", so I didn't know what to do.

Forget it, since it doesn’t hurt too much and doesn’t affect my daily life, I’ll just observe it first.

A few days before the coffee shop opened... A hero can't escape from the battlefield.

With a "creak", I heard the sound of the door opening behind me when I had just finished cleaning up the garbage in the house.

"Good morning, Nuoer..."

Yin Xiamo walked out of her room and yawned: "What are we eating today?"

"I bought it downstairs, called roll noodles, and a cup of soy milk."

I held the garbage bag in both hands: "Did you wash my clothes?"

"correct."

The Death Girl admitted straightforwardly, "I threw my outer clothes into the washing machine, but I washed my maid outfit and underwear by hand... What's wrong?"

"nothing."

I don’t know why, but when I thought about having to ask someone else to wash my underwear, I felt my face getting hot: “Thank you for… for what you did last night.”

"last night?"

Yin Xiamo looked confused, and it was unclear whether she was pretending or not: "What happened last night? Oh, you mean helping with the bathing? Don't worry, I've seen everything I should and shouldn't have seen, it's nothing."

"It's not that!"

I subconsciously retorted: "What do you mean by what you should and shouldn't see? We are not...isn't it just a normal bath?"

"is it?"

The girl tilted her head, her face full of malice: "That's true, it's no big deal for girls to take a bath together, so let's take a bath together in the future to save time."

"Please allow me to refuse."

The corners of my mouth twitched: "You should know that I... that, that I originally..."

"I know, Yin Nuo'er, you're already 18 years old and still look like a little loli, a little sister who laughs at others for not having breasts, but your body can fly an airplane and put steel plates."

Yin Xiamo almost blurted out: "If you take a selfie in a boy's swimsuit and put it on that blue app, you don't even have to mark it as R18."

I was full of black lines: "That's enough..."

"So someone actually cares about his figure?"