It was a loli, dressed in ethnic clothing, with long white hair that had purple tips, two white horns on her head, and a tail trailing behind her.
She hid behind a telephone pole, watching Satou and Tor-daren's backs expressionlessly.
As soon as they arrived at the small shop's entrance, there was already a long line of customers waiting.
"Shopkeeper, you're five minutes late today!"
"Hurry up, I can't wait any longer."
As soon as the customers saw Satou arrive, they all urged him.
Satou was helpless and said, "Everyone can come a little later."
"What are you saying! If we come later, we won't be able to get any, okay?"
"Exactly, I've already been queuing for two hours, isn't it just to taste your dishes, shopkeeper?"
"Last time I was twenty minutes late, and all the dishes were snatched up!"
The customers said one after another.
"So Satou, your dishes are that popular?"
Tor-daren asked in surprise.
"Of course," Satou nodded.
"Huh? Where's your girlfriend, Manager? Why didn't that golden-haired girl from last time come?"
"I say, Manager, you're not two-timing, are you? That wouldn't be good. Such a beautiful girl would be very sad."
"This time it's a maid? But this girl is indeed very cute."
The customers finally noticed Tor-daren standing beside Satou and began to tease him.
On previous occasions, Erina Nakiri had been naturally assumed to be Satou's girlfriend.
After correcting them a few times, the Tsundere naturally stopped explaining and simply acquiesced to the assumption.
Soon, Satou opened the shop doors and officially began business.
Just then, a blonde girl walked in and smiled slightly at Satou.
It was Hanayama-in Natsuki.
She was already a regular here, rarely missing a day.
Today, she habitually sat down at her usual spot and asked, "Manager, do you have any new dishes today?"
"Today is the same as before," Satou said.
Although there were more than two recipes now, Dream Catfish was still too expensive to buy for the time being, and as for Four Joy Dumplings, when they would officially be added to the menu was still in the planning stages.
"Alright, then I'll have a Yangzhou Fried Rice and Hand-pulled Cabbage, just like before." Hanayama-in Natsuki nodded.
"Oh, speaking of that, the shop has a new drink," Satou remembered something and said.
He now had three Pokémon—no, to be precise, four, as the recently acquired Shuckle had not yet been claimed.
Combee's honey still needed some time to brew, Chansey's eggs couldn't be saved much daily, but Miltank's milk had plenty left.
With Miltank's daily production of twenty kilograms, Satou and Erina Nakiri couldn't finish it all, even when used for cooking, so when he came, Satou planned to sell some and specifically brought a little over.
"Is that so? Please give me one." Hanayama-in Natsuki smiled slightly, confident that any drink Satou provided would certainly not be bad.
"Please wait a moment." Satou smiled, then turned and went into the back kitchen, poured a glass of milk, and came out.
"This is milk?" Hanayama-in Natsuki asked in surprise.
"That's right, this is the new drink at our shop. For now, it's five thousand yen per cup," Satou thought for a moment and said.
Milk at three hundred yuan per cup was honestly quite exorbitant.
Hanayama-in Natsuki nodded and said, "No problem." Although the price was high, she trusted Satou.
"This cup is on me," Satou smiled, as she was a regular customer after all.
"Thank you." Hanayama-in Natsuki smiled slightly, then took a sip.
The milk was exceptionally rich and sweet, with the fresh flavor of green grass. She had never tasted such delicious milk before!
"This milk is too delicious," she exclaimed. She had been a little confused before, but now she was certain that five thousand yen was still a bit cheap. Even the most premium milk on the market wasn't as good as this cup!
At this moment, the other customers also noticed the situation.
"Manager, is this a new drink?" a customer asked curiously.
"That's right," Satou nodded.
"Please give me a cup."
"Me too!" The customers said one after another. Satou's dishes had already left a deep impression on them, and they believed that anything produced by this small shop would definitely be of excellent quality!
"Alright, but it's limited to twenty cups per day," Satou said.
However, very quickly, all twenty cups were snatched up.
"What kind of cow produces this milk? The taste is amazing!"
"I've never tasted such delicious milk!"
"The milk I used to drink was like water!"
Before long, the customers were completely conquered by the milk produced by Miltank.
When they first learned the price, they were somewhat pained, but out of trust in Satou, they didn't hesitate. Now they knew they had definitely gotten their money's worth!
Such milk couldn't be bought for any amount of money!
Soon, it was closing time.
Tor-daren went into the kitchen to clean the dishes, while Satou tidied the shop.
Just then, a strange little loli walked in.
Her attire was peculiar, with a pair of horns on her head and a strange tail dragging behind her.
Satou was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to realize that this wasn't Kanna from Dragon Maid?
How did she also come to this world?
"System, can dragons from the Dragon Maid world also come to this world?" he asked.
"Yes, the host has already opened that world. If creatures from that world possess the ability to travel, they can come over," the System replied.
Just then, Kanna spoke.
"Please break up with Tor-daren," she said, staring at Satou with a hostile tone, though her voice was thick with childishness.
"Break up?" Satou was stunned.
"I know, you pervert used your body to deceive Tor-daren's feelings. Please give Tor-daren back to me!" Kanna said in a childish voice, coming closer and continuously punching Satou's legs with her small pink fists.
Satou: "…"
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