I will never give in to Miss Death

Yin Xiamo, who was beside her, froze: "I... am 20 years old?"

"I mean mental age."

I said in a tone of watching a good show, "Since you have lived in the other world for so long and defeated the devil to come to this real world, you should be several hundred years old, right?"

The girl's eyes flashed fiercely: "Hmm? What are you going to say?"

"I... I mean, do you feel lonely like these old people and old ladies... wait... wait!"

Before I could finish my words, the girl next to me pulled out a sickle from the "void".

"I was just kidding, ah! Don't!"

"I was wrong Momo, you're not an old lady, you're a beautiful girl... ah!"

"Yin Nuoer, you are dead!"

"No!"

"..."

While playing, the girl and I walked through the vegetable garden behind the community and came to the vegetable market.

"Whose child is this? If he doesn't take a nap at home at this time, he will be sleepy for class in the afternoon, okay?"

"What a pretty girl! First time meeting you. Have you just moved in?"

In the greenhouse on this side of the vegetable market, as soon as I appeared, I attracted the attention of countless uncles and aunts.

Yin Xiamo behind me also "wisely" put away her sickle, pretending to be an older sister "accompanying her silly sister out to play", and followed me.

"I know that girl. She lives on the top floor of Building 3. She moved in a long time ago."

"Do you know her?"

"Yes, I saw her coming out of Building 3, but I didn't recognize that little girl."

Maybe because there were fewer people coming here to buy vegetables at noon and the uncles and aunts setting up stalls were relatively idle, the appearance of Yin Xiamo and I soon caused them to start talking.

I also took the opportunity to look at the surrounding stalls while passing by here.

The layout of this vegetable market is very random, or it is hard to say whether it can be considered a "vegetable market". It is just two super large sheds with many stone platforms in the sheds, on which meat and vegetables are placed.

The wooden pillars and the top shelves of the greenhouse are very old. You can see many abandoned swallow's nests on them. There are also many thumb-sized dilapidated beehives made of mud in the corner below the stone platform. I remember that this kind of bees would use mud to build nests in relatively cool places. The nests look a bit like coral, with only one hole for ventilation. Then they would catch locusts or large insects, bite them to death and put them in the nest, lay eggs inside, and seal the hole so that the little bees would have food as soon as they were born.

In addition, there are many tattered spider webs under these stone platforms, and there is a lot of sand in the gaps between the stone roads next to them. There are signs of depressions in the middle of some of the sand piles, which makes it seem like "ant lions" that specialize in catching ants must have lived there not long ago.

In contrast, the stone platform with meat and small chairs for people to sit on was very smooth. Pork, chicken, duck, beef and fish were sold here. Some stalls even brought small generators to power the bathtubs on the stalls and fill them with oxygen, and sold fish, shrimp, sandworms and shells.

Next to these stalls are various old ladies and old men selling vegetables and fruits. Their equipment is much simpler - a shoulder pole, a small chair, and a cigarette.

This place gives me the feeling of the vegetable markets in backward areas that I remember from more than ten or twenty years ago. Of course, there were no QR codes in front of the vendors in the vegetable markets at that time.

An old market with a wide variety of dishes...

When I passed by the middle of this vegetable market, my mind was filled with this saying: A sparrow may be small, but it has everything.

The ingredients sold here might be much richer than those sold in the small market near my small apartment. At least there weren't so many fish, shrimp and marine specialties there.

Like this...sandworm.

I remember that the locals in Minami-nagi district would use this thing to make porridge. It is said to be very nutritious and high in protein, but I can't accept it. It looks terrible. Really, please spare me from putting insects in the porridge. I can't eat it no matter how rich in protein it is.

In contrast to this thing, there is also something called "cat's eye snail" and starfish for sale here. I don't know how to cook these ingredients.

"There's a fast food restaurant here, why don't we eat here?"

I walked through the vegetable market with Yin Xiamo, and took a quick look at a place not far ahead that I didn't know was a pig farm or a chicken farm. I took the girl next to me and walked towards the city center. Along the way, we found a fast food restaurant that looked fairly formal.

"what happened?"

Then, I noticed Yin Xiamo, who seemed to have been silent since entering the vegetable market.

"Are you really angry?"

Seeing the girl remained silent, I panicked and immediately admitted my mistake: "Okay... it's all my fault. I didn't dare to ask a girl's age. I'm sorry. Please don't be angry, okay?"

Based on what we know so far, the girl of death must have lived for a long time - I don't know how age is calculated in the other world, but she was able to learn so much magic after the hero died and was reincarnated, and she also comprehended the "forbidden magic", becoming the god of "death" in this world, and killing the "devil king" with her own strength. This god of death beside her must have experienced a lot.

The reason why she went through all this was to avenge the "me" who was once a brave warrior.

She has gone through so much for me, but I am making fun of her for being old. It is indeed... a bit too much of a joke.

"Ok?"

After hearing what I said, Yin Xiamo, who had been silent the whole time, looked around as if she had just come to her senses. She seemed to have remembered something, and a mischievous expression appeared on her face: "Then how are you going to compensate me?"

"Eh?"

I was somewhat puzzled and scratched my head: "What compensation do you want?"

Maybe because it was lunchtime and the location was a bit remote, there were not many people in the fast food restaurant next to us. There was only a high school student who was doing homework and should be helping her parents run the store. When she saw Yin Xiamo and I coming over, the girl closed her homework book very naturally, walked to the window, picked up a spatula, and prepared to help us choose the dishes.

I gave her a "wait a minute" look.

"Kiss me."

Under the gaze of me and the high school girl holding a small shovel behind me, Yin Xiamo said in a playful tone: "Give me a kiss, and let's just pretend that you never made fun of my age just now."

I was stunned for a moment: "Kiss... where?"

"Of course it's the mouth!"

"Is it not okay to kiss the face?"

"Then you have to kiss twice! Otherwise it's not sincere enough!"

"it is good……"

In order not to let the high school girl wait too long, I moved closer to Yin Xiamo and gave her a kiss on both sides of her smooth, white face: "Okay, I'm sorry."

“I’m not really angry at all.”

Yin Xiamo showed a look that said, "You've been fooled." "I was just thinking of some past events."

What?

"you……"

The high school girl behind him couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to eat?"

"Oh... here it comes!"

I quickly leaned over and looked at the fast food in the window: "I want this, this, and... and this."

“Is there any soup?”

"Yes, you can get as much soup and rice as you want there. There is also green bean porridge, which is also free."

"Oh okay, thank you."

"fine."

After helping me prepare the meal, when it was Yin Xiamo's turn, I heard the high school girl curiously ask, "Are you a couple?"

I quietly went to the side to make soup.

"Not."

Yin Xiamo's voice came from behind, as if declaring sovereignty:

"She is my wife, the one I am pinned to when I sleep every night."

"..."

……

No. 098 The coffee shop is filled with cats’ dreams

As one of the few super cities, I feel that the differences between regions in Kamihama City are quite large.

When I was living in a small apartment, I would sometimes go out for fast food because I needed to finish a manuscript and I didn’t want to bother cooking.

At a very small roadside fast food restaurant, you can usually get a basic meal of one meat dish and two vegetable dishes for ten yuan, and two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes cost twelve yuan. If the same amount is placed in the city center, such as near Mingzhu Plaza, it will start at fourteen yuan.

Originally, I thought that the urban village near the Snail House was a very cheap area, but I didn’t expect that the prices at the fast food restaurants in Minaminagi district were even lower. Two meat dishes and two vegetarian dishes only cost ten yuan, and the portions were very large... I don’t know if it was because the lady who served us the food was a high school student.

"Ding! Alipay received 20 yuan."

After choosing what I wanted to eat and paying, Miss Death Yin Xiamo and I came to this fast food restaurant and sat down at a table near the cabinet.

Just like what the high school girl said, their rice, porridge and soup are all free, and there is also mung bean porridge with ice cubes on the side.

Considering that I am still on my period, although I was a little greedy, I resisted the temptation of iced mung bean porridge and ordered beef, pork, cabbage and other dishes as usual.

The high school girl in charge of watching the store seemed very curious about us. Even as she returned to her seat to continue doing her homework, she would still look over here from time to time.

"Outside restaurants are not expensive, and you don't have to eat at the same restaurant unless you are extremely busy."

I noticed that there were sweet and sour pork ribs on Yin Xiamo's plate, and subconsciously took some of the beef from my plate and passed it to her: "Eat more, I can't finish this much."

Before ordering, I really didn't expect the portions in this restaurant to be so large.

In my memory, whether it is the school cafeteria or this kind of fast food restaurant, the auntie who serves food will always shake her hands when she scoops the dishes. A large spoonful of dishes will eventually be reduced to only one-third. The high school girl just now was really amazing. She scooped a full spoonful without shaking, and the four dishes directly filled up my plate.

I don't know if this is a unique trend in Minaminagi district or if it's simply because the person running the store is a high school student with no experience.

I have seen many fast food restaurants like this where parents cook and their daughters look after the store. Almost all of them are like this near the urban villages in the central district.

Usually the uncle or grandparents in the family are responsible for logistics, purchasing or processing ingredients at the market, and cleaning up the garbage when there is nothing to do. The father cooks and collects the dishes, and the mother goes to the front counter to receive guests.

As for the son or daughter... they have to help with the family store during holidays or after school. There was a period of time before when I was rushing to finish manuscripts and looking for a job, and I was very busy every day. Every day I went to a small restaurant in a nearby urban village for dinner. The couple who owned the restaurant also had a daughter, and I often heard the daughter arguing with her parents. They were almost all about trivial matters, like the daughter wanted to go out and the mother asked her to stay and help with the work, the daughter had a boyfriend and fell in love prematurely, and the mother said a few words, etc.

In comparison, the girl in this store is quite "well-behaved".

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Seeing that I had brought a lot of food over, Yin Xiamo was a little surprised: "Didn't you say you were going to help out at the coffee shop tonight?"

“I can’t eat so much.”

Finally, I put half of the cabbage into Yin Xiamo's bowl and gestured to the still-full plate: "Miss, you gave me too much!"

These days, I have a pretty good idea of ​​how much I eat.

For breakfast, I can feel full with an egg, a small taro and half a medium-sized sweet potato. For lunch, I can feel full with just two or three dishes and a small bowl of rice. The "small bowl of rice" here refers to the smallest bowl used to hold dishes in the tableware provided by large hotels, which has a diameter of less than ten centimeters. Half a bowl of rice in this bowl is enough to fill me up.

Compared to when I was an uncle, my appetite now is really just... cut in half, and I probably eat less than the average female middle school student.

"My body is not yours..."

As I said that, I glanced at the high school girl who was quietly doing homework not far away, and said to Yin Xiamo, "Don't you know how much I eat?"

“It’s not that detailed.”

My words seemed to bring back memories for Yin Xiamo. She was silent for a while at the table and said softly, "It's like a chain magic. I only need to do the most basic part. As for how she will grow and what the specific temperature is... I don't necessarily know."

It's another talent point error or some kind of specialization, right?

You are not familiar with computers but you can hack into the system of the Ministry of Public Security. You don't know how much I eat but you can accurately calculate the day of my menstrual period so that I can take leave in advance... Should I say that you have a strong learning ability or are too paranoid?

"I can't finish it anyway, so you eat it."

I glanced cautiously at the high school girl, then looked at the ordinary diners around me: "For the demons, this little food should be okay, right?"

Anyway, this is a modern society. If I discuss with Yin Xiamo directly about what "magic" is, I'll probably just be treated as a middle school girl and no one will take it seriously.

"Can I assume you care about me?"

For some reason, the girl in front of me raised her head with a teasing expression: "Or is it compensation for what happened just now?"

"Do not think too much."

I slurred my words as I munched on my lunch: “I simply couldn’t finish it.”

I’m not giving you this food because I think you’re a little pitiful because you’re bullied by the grocery store owner every day and can’t afford to eat other food outside. I’m really just giving you this food because I can’t finish so much.

"Oh……"

Yin Xiamo lowered her head, picked up a piece of pork ribs, took a few bites, and said with some disdain: "It's not as delicious as yours."

"I don't believe it!"

I was puzzled: "Generally, fast food restaurants try their best to make food that suits the tastes of all customers, adding lots of seasonings, but when you cook at home, the only thing you care about is cleanliness and hygiene."