Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Early the next morning, before I had even opened for business, a line had already formed at the door.
The disciples of Sword Peak were the most enthusiastic.
They claimed they just wanted to see what kind of drink could make the Sword Venerable stop in his tracks, but in reality, their faces were pale from grueling sword practice. They had long been desperate for some life-saving sweetness.
I announced a limited quantity on the spot and quickly made some numbered calling tags.
The tags were made of wood, engraved with the four characters for “Moonview Milk Tea.” I had originally only made fifty, but to my surprise, they were all gone before noon. Those who arrived late were frantic, nearly coming to blows over the fifty-first spot.
Mo Tingyuan was the third to arrive.
He glanced at the line and naturally took his place at the back.
The entire area fell into a profound silence.
In the end, I was the one who braved the pressure to call out, “Number three, Full Sugar No Ice Osmanthus Milk Dew with Black Pearls.”
He stepped forward with steady movements, but the tips of his ears were slightly red in the morning light.
I felt like I had discovered a shocking secret.
This Sword Venerable was a total sugar addict.
Wei Jinghong had originally planned to follow the system’s requirements to “create a chance encounter, offer water proactively, and gain favorability.” However, just as she struck her most gentle smile by the side of the queue, Mo Tingyuan spoke first.
“Move aside.”
She instinctively stepped out of the way.
Mo Tingyuan walked past her and stared at me, asking, “Is today’s Osmanthus Milk Dew the same as yesterday’s?”
I nodded. “The same. Consistent quality.”
He gave a grunt of affirmation, took the cup, and left.
Wei Jinghong stood frozen, still holding her sword tassel, looking as if she had been struck by lightning.
She turned to look at me, her voice filled with grief and indignation. “Senior Sister, I think the system is playing me.”
“Don’t worry.” I handed her a freshly made Cheese Grape. “You can set aside the conquest missions for now and help me work the register for half a day.”
She was about to say something else, but after taking a sip, she fell silent.
Half an incense stick later, she had already learned how to record numbers, how to collect Spirit Stones, and how to remind customers that “the mouthfeel of low sugar and half sugar is different.”
By the afternoon, she was even proactively offering suggestions.
“Senior Sister, we can do combos. Buy two cups and get a snack, or set up a ‘Sword Peak Disciple Post-Training Special.’ People will definitely buy it.”
I looked at her, feeling genuinely gratified.
See, people can be healed by milk tea.
At dusk, Ying Jinxue arrived.
She was shrouded in a cold aura, and there was a trace of blood on her sleeve, as if she had just returned from somewhere one shouldn’t ask too much about. She scanned the menu, her fingertip stopping on “Bold Orange.”
“This one.”
I sliced some spiritual oranges for her on the spot and asked casually, “Can you handle sour flavors?”
“I’m in a bad mood today,” she said expressionlessly. “I want something with more killing intent.”
I understood. I added two extra slices of chilled orange and a pinch of salt on top.
She took a large gulp, and her gaze visibly softened.
“Not bad.”
“Thank you for your business.”
She looked at me and suddenly asked, “Did you know all along?”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Know what?”
“Know that Zhao Huairen would go to the back mountain medicine storehouse today, know that he would tamper with the ledgers, and know that I would be there waiting for him.” Ying Jinxue tapped the side of her cup lightly, her tone indifferent. “Senior Sister, when you reminded me the day before yesterday ‘not to let the evidence get stained with blood,’ you weren’t just saying it in passing, were you?”
I remained silent for two breaths, deciding to tell half the truth.
“I just felt that killing him would be too easy on him.”
Ying Jinxue stared at me for a long time, then suddenly laughed.
It was a faint smile, but a sincere one.
“Fine.” She set down her cup. “From now on, every time I finish scheming against someone, I’ll come here for a drink.”
“You’re welcome. Buy ten, get one free.”
She was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
From that day on, the vibe of my little shop began to change.
It started out just selling milk tea, but somehow it turned into the Sect’s intelligence hub, an emotional sanctuary, and a support center for victims of the plot.
During the day, Wei Jinghong helped me at the register, and at night, she cursed her brain-dead conquest system.
Ying Jinxue would drink Bold Orange while venting about why she had thrown her life away for a scumbag in her previous life.
Feng Linxing would sit in the corner, holding the Sea Salt Green Plum I mixed for her, and gradually stop crying as she sipped.
As I brewed tea behind the counter and watched the three of them, I suddenly had a very strange feeling.
In the original book, they had struggled against each other until the bitter end, all living miserable lives.
But now, they would frown, laugh, and complain over a cup of tea. They were starting to seriously consider whether they could live a different kind of life outside of the main plot.
Just when I thought things were already ridiculous enough…
On the fourth day, a man dressed in black entered my shop.
He was exceptionally handsome, with a hint of flamboyant wickedness in his eyes. Even though he suppressed his aura, his entire being still radiated a vibe of “I am not a decent person.”
He stared at the words “Taro Boba” for a long time.
“What is this?”
I answered instinctively, “The shop’s signature treasure. Drink it and forget your troubles. It’s suitable for those who want to destroy the world but don’t feel like doing it just yet.”
He laughed.
“Fine. I’ll take one.”
At that time, I didn’t know.
The person standing before me was the Demon Realm Young Master who wasn’t supposed to appear until a hundred years later in the original story-Yi Sijin.