I will never give in to Miss Death

Or... was she actually doing all this on purpose?

Well... although my current state does not pose much of a threat to others.

I moved my legs wrapped in white stockings in place, raised my feet, banged the front of my round-toed leather shoes on the floor, and then pulled them back.

In the past, when I watched various internet celebrities or popular Weibo bloggers cosplay, they would try to avoid wearing white socks, because this kind of socks are particularly demanding on the shape and thickness of the legs, and they will not work if you are not fat at all.

Most ordinary people have certain thigh and calf muscles. White stockings will make these muscles look bigger, making the legs look thicker overall. Black stockings do not have this shortcoming. On the contrary, black stockings have the function of "slimming the legs" because they are dark in color.

However, even if I was wearing white stockings at this moment, I couldn't see how much flesh on my legs. The lines of my thighs and calves were like a painter painting in one go - a very graceful arc "brush". Anyone who saw these legs would probably have the first reaction... skinny, no muscles, definitely very weak, the type of little loli who needs care.

Plus, the matching shoes for this outfit are the type... with round toes that make the feet look very small. When I wear this outfit and have that loli voice, I really can't look fierce at all.

Facing such a waiter, I felt that even if I accidentally dropped a plate, few customers would take it to heart. If I saw a little girl drop a plate like this, my first reaction would probably be to help her up instead of caring about whether my dinner was okay...

"I always feel like I've been tricked by that Grim Reaper or the store manager."

I took the rabbit backpack from the side and walked out of the bathroom, my little leather shoes making a "tapping" sound on the wooden floor.

“Such a cute dress.”

Lu Xinjian was still typing away on his laptop keyboard. He looked surprised when he saw me coming over. “Is this… a maid outfit? I’ve seen a heroine in an anime wearing something similar.”

"It's a maid costume."

I nodded: "Uncle, you actually watch anime?"

Although Lu Xinjian is the "boss of the boss" of Yaedo, it does not mean that he must understand the fields of "two-dimensional" and "animation".

Most capitalists don’t know too much about the projects and content under their control, they only care about “whether this makes money” and “how to make this project make more money”.

Just like most employees and bosses of game companies don’t play their own games, bosses of 2D projects don’t know what 2D is, and CEOs of novel websites don’t read novels, I have always believed that middle-aged uncles like Lu Xinjian who take care of their daughters probably don’t read novels much and don’t know what 2D culture is.

The boss always thinks about how to make the company make more money, how to manage employees, whether the project is profitable or loss-making, and if it is a listed company, he also has to consider the interests of shareholders and the stock market, etc.

What's more, Lu Xinjian is not the real "boss" of Yaetang. His company initially operated computer accessories. Seeing that novels were popular at that time, he invested in the novel field and opened a subsidiary to register Yaetang Novel Network. However, the boss of Yaetang Novel Network is someone else, and Lu Xinjian is his "boss".

However, I was really surprised when Lu Xinjian immediately recognized the maid outfit and said that he had seen this kind of clothes in an anime.

In fact, the gap between our generation and theirs is quite huge.

More than once, I have seen some older people on those kinds of bulletin boards or forums take a photo of a little girl on the street wearing JK or Lolita clothes, and post something like "Why are little girls nowadays so worshipful of foreign things?" and "Why does she wear foreign clothes? Is she unpatriotic?" Then they had a fierce argument with the bar friends who explained the post, calling the bar friends who defended the wearing of "foreign clothes" "traitors" and "unpatriotic", and the abuse would go on for thousands of posts.

The situation now is... people like Lu Xinjian's generation, a few of them particularly hate the current "two-dimensional culture", and are very averse to what they consider to be "strange costumes" such as Cosplay and JK Lolita in comic exhibitions, and regard them as aliens. Then there are a large number of people who are in the state of "I can't stand it, but I don't care about you". For example, most parents have the attitude of "I don't like this, don't lead my child astray", "As long as my child is not addicted and it doesn't affect his studies, he can do whatever he wants", "Anyway, I don't like it, so don't clamor to introduce it to me, I won't watch it".

Relatively open-minded parents like Lu Xinjian are quite rare.

"Look, of course I do. I watch a lot, like the Yaedou fandom section. I watch all the popular anime."

After looking at me for a while, Lu Xinjian showed an "I see" expression: "This is Rem's outfit, right? Re:Zero -Starting Life in Another World, the routine of this book was very popular in Yaedou for a while."

"Routine?"

"It's about reloading, restarting, different worlds, magic, etc. Especially reloading and restarting, with a plot of being invincible or getting slapped in the face, this is called the simulator flow... Didn't Elodie tell you about it?"

"No."

I was a little embarrassed: "I was pretty lazy at that time, and writing books was a part-time job."

"It's okay. You should be working part-time now, right?"

Lu Xinjian turned the laptop screen on the table over to me and clicked on a few pictures: "This is my daughter."

I leaned over and said, "How cute!"

The girl in the picture doesn't look very old, but her face is very pale, giving her a sickly feeling. She is thin, not tall, has long hair, and has the temperament of a "melancholy girl", but she does look cute.

“This is her wardrobe.”

Then, Lu Xinjian opened another folder and showed me the clothes in the closet one by one.

"This set, the black Taiyan beast, this set, the tabby cat."

Scrolling down the photos one by one, Lu Xinjian introduced his daughter, who was wearing what should be Lolita clothes, one by one: "Alice Academy, Frost Sugar Sweetheart..."

I subconsciously said, "Are these the names of the clothes?"

"Yes, this kind of clothing is called Lolita. My daughter likes it very much. She only went to the second year of junior high school. She was hospitalized before she could take the high school entrance examination. After that, she basically ran back and forth between the hospital and home. If her heart was in serious condition, she would go to the hospital for a small operation and then be put on the instrument and take medicine. When she felt better, she would go home to recuperate. This cycle repeats over and over again."

Lu Xinjian said with emotion: "My daughter is alone at home. She is out of breath even when going up and down the stairs. I have no choice but to stay at home every day to help with housework or chat with friends online. When she sees clothes she likes, she asks me to buy them. Gradually, she has bought so many."

"Besides this, there are also this kind."

After closing the picture on the screen, Lu Xinjian opened another folder, which contained many photos of his daughter wearing JK sailor suits and Hanfu.

"This is called a sailor uniform or a JK uniform, and this..."

I answered, "Hanfu."

"Yeah."

Lu Xinjian was a little surprised: "You know that too?"

I nodded: "Three pit girl."

Three kinds of clothes, three circles.

Whether it is JK or Lolita Hanfu, they are all "pitfalls" because they are very expensive. If you just buy them casually and wear them out on weekdays and holidays, it's okay, but you are afraid of "falling into a pit" and you have to buy a new one when you see it.

The mentality of this kind of girl is actually similar to that of the collectors on the Internet. Now many games have "collecting" content, such as game costumes. Obviously, having a good-looking set is enough for fighting monsters on a daily basis, or you can buy new costumes you like and skip the ugly ones. Some people just have a collecting habit. They buy a new set of costumes and a set of gun skins when they come out, no matter if it's a color-changing skin or a remake of an old skin, I have to collect them anyway, without leaving out any of them, I will buy them as soon as they come out, no matter if they look good or not, I can wear them all.

The same goes for girls who fall into the three traps. They buy new Lolita skirts and JK new styles. They fall into all three traps at the same time, and their closets are full of clothes.

You have to know that clothes like Lolita, which are slightly more expensive and authentic, can cost thousands of yuan a set. He buys one set after another and can even remember the name of each set of clothes... I can only say that Lu Xinjian loves his daughter very much.

"Yes, yes, yes, Sankeng. Xinmeng also said this word."

Under my gaze, Lu Xinjian smiled happily: "You two should be able to become good friends."

To this, I could only smile and say, "Probably."

I know the term "Sankeng Girls" because I used to write novels and had searched and learned about this group.

And I was still an uncle at that time. Even if I knew what JK and Lolita were, I couldn't wear them, and I didn't have the courage to wear "women's clothes".

Now that I've become a little loli, it's possible for me to deal with an old witch like Yin Xiamo who is thousands of years old. But you want me to deal with a real little sister, especially the kind of sickly and weak girl who has been autistic and living alone at home for several years... I'm really not sure if I can have a common language with her.

"Okay, let's not waste your working time."

Amid the ding-dong and ding-dong calls of visitors from downstairs, Lu Xinjian picked up the menu on the table and asked, "Where is the fried chicken you mentioned? I don't see it."

“The second floor is dedicated to milk tea, coffee and desserts.”

I pointed to the workbench not far away and said, "Let's eat on the first floor."

"Can I eat on the second floor?"

Lu Xinjian said in a negotiating tone: "Just have your signature fried chicken and a cup of Coke. Cut the fried chicken in half and I'll take it back for my daughter to try. I'm not used to the atmosphere of those young people on the first floor."

"Okay, it's okay to be casual with acquaintances."

I took out a pen and paper. "So that's two half-packs of signature fried chicken and a Coke?"

"Correct."

"Here is your order, please wait."

After writing "half a piece of signature fried chicken*2 and a cup of Coke" on a piece of work-specific paper, I tore off the note and handed it to Lu Xinjian, then went downstairs with the copy paper.

"Wow! There really is a maid!"

“It’s exactly like in the photo, so cute!”

As soon as I came downstairs in a maid outfit, I attracted the attention of a large group of people here. Suddenly, a wave of discussions and praises came over me——

"This should be a regular coffee shop, right? Baisi?"

"What are you thinking, such a cute little sister, this place is sponsored by Tongmeng.com, a government project, it's not formal?"

"This environment is really great. I can pet cats and there are such cute maids to please my eyes..."

"Little maid, when will my steamed chicken be ready?"

Under the gaze of a group of people, I gestured to the service desk not far away and tried to use a cute tone: "The specific time is over there, or you can check the small screens on your desks."

Ouyang Xue demonstrated this thing to me specifically during the recruitment yesterday. It seems to be a black technology sponsored by Tongmeng.com. It is connected to the control computer in the kitchen and outputs the information on the large screen at the top. It can specifically mark the progress of each customer's meal, just like delivering takeout.

For example, if a customer sits at table No. 18 and orders two dishes, Coke and fried chicken, after scanning the code and placing the order, the small screen in the middle of table No. 18 will display the information "Fried chicken: the chef is preparing the fried chicken ingredients/Coke: Maid No. 1 is on her way to pick up the food" and "Fried chicken: It is being carefully cooked, estimated completion time 15:33/Coke: Maid No. 1 has picked up the food and is rushing over."

The small screens in the center of these dining tables are not expensive. They only need to be able to display Chinese and numbers. As for the large screen on the central workbench, it is much more luxurious. In addition to displaying the most recently completed dishes, it can also play some advertisements, musicals, etc.

For example, at this moment, the big screen there was playing the exclusive music "Neeko, the Curious Chameleon" of the hero "Neeko, the Curious Chameleon" in League of Legends. The screen also displayed various exquisite wallpapers of Neeko, making the atmosphere of the entire coffee shop seem like... lizards and chameleons hiding in the tropical rainforest were taking a leisurely nap.

The most outrageous thing is that Ouyang Xue also created functions such as "rewards" and "tips" in this system. You can give a name to the store, or you can give an anonymous reward to a maid. Different rewards will have different voice announcements and exclusive music screens.

"Thanks to user MikuNakano for giving 100000 fire coupons to maid Nuoer!"

As I walked towards the kitchen, I heard the sound of customers giving tips behind me.

Wow, store manager Ouyang Xue is truly a genius.

Entering the kitchen, I saw Ouyang Xue communicating with Yin Xiamo——

"Just apply the seasoning to the chicken, put it in the machine and set the timer."

"I...I really can't."

"You really don't need to cook. It's just fried chicken. Fried chicken and steamed chicken are almost the same. Just put the seasoning in and let the machine heat it automatically."

"I can't learn..."

I walked over quickly and asked, "What happened?"

"She said she couldn't make fried chicken."

Ouyang Xue looked like she had a headache: "It's very strange, I should have explained it clearly, Nuo'er, haven't you tried it? It's not difficult..."

"It's not difficult, but it might be... difficult for her."

I whispered into Ouyang Xue's ear: "She once burned the clams."

"Clams? What clams?"

Ouyang Xue looked puzzled: "Are you talking about the shells on the beach?"

"Correct."

"Isn't that what's usually used for soup? Is it razor clams or cat's eye snails?"

"Just ordinary little shells, or oysters? They're for soup anyway."

"Isn't it?"

Ouyang Xue was even more puzzled: "Even if it's an oyster... the shell is so thick, there's a lot of juice inside, just add some garlic and heat it up and you can eat it, how come that thing is burnt?"

"In short, don't let her learn to cook."

I said helplessly: "Or let her do the cooking part."

Ouyang Xue didn't seem to be planning to give up: "You'll be very tired this way. Frying chicken and steaming chicken aren't difficult. They're all made by machines now."

"I know……"

I glanced at Yin Xiamo next to me and said, "Just leave her part of the job to me. How was the interview? Is there any problem with the waiter part?"

"That's no problem."

Ouyang Xue sighed: "She is very modest. I just asked her to deliver food. She is very skillful and works very hard, but she can't cook, which is a bit..."

"She might be a little psychological..."

I winked playfully: "Please be considerate."

I guess the fact that Yin Xiamo can't cook is more of a psychological barrier.

Some people are like this, they can do it and learn it, but they resist it in their heart or have experienced some kind of trauma.

In my dreams these days, the little devil gave me the feeling of a character who follows behind and waits for a free meal.

Either she was born into the demon tribe and didn't know the concept of "cooking", or she once tried to cook and ended up in disaster - isn't there magic in the other world? If this little devil didn't control the heat well when cooking, many people would gather around the big rice pot waiting for the meal to start, and the little devil would directly cast an "Explosion!" explosion magic at the fire in front of him, flattening the entire area nearby, and being scolded by the hero for several months, maybe she would be left with psychological trauma.

Of course, I think the more likely reason she can’t cook is that she misses the hero.

Because it has always been the hero who has taken care of the little devil since she was a child, the little devil, who was still a child at the time, regarded "someone to help cook" as something similar to maternal love. Maybe in her cognition, if she learned to cook, then she might not be able to get this kind of "maternal love" in the future. In the end, she would instinctively resist cooking and long to always have this kind of "care". Imperceptibly, she developed a character that would make a mess whenever she cooked.

Or to be more exaggerated and imaginative, the hero's death might be related to the little devil's "inability to cook"?

Otherwise... I don't believe that a person who has lived for more than six thousand years can't even do such a simple thing.