Traveling through time as a goblin, just wanting to live a leisurely life

At 12 o'clock midnight, it is time for Yigan to descend to the earth again.

Today, Yigan gave all the fish to the iron-eating beast, so he could only bring some non-fish seafood to the grilled fish stall.

"I know both jumping shrimps and crawling crabs, but I have never seen these two new creatures before. Boss Tao, please help me come up with a name for them."

Igan pointed at two octopuses and a large conch and said.

“Oh, these two are both good things.”

Boss Tao smiled and picked up the octopus, and continued:

"For example, this octopus can strengthen the power of fantasy, making the fantasy more concrete and real. In my opinion... let's call it the Chapter of Fantasy."

Yi Gan, Xiao Chen: ...

Yigan said, "Are you sure you're naming an octopus? Not a book?"

Xiao Chen: "Are you sure you're naming an octopus? Not a mobile game?"

"What's the problem? Isn't it an octopus? The octopus that can enhance the power of fantasy is named the Fantasy Chapter, which is very appropriate."

Boss Tao said.

Yi Gan and Xiao Chen wanted to refute, but they couldn't think of a better name, so they gave up.

"As for this large conch, it is a good thing that has a trace of spatial power. The conch shell is a world of its own, echoing the happiest feelings in everyone's heart. So as long as you hold the conch, put your hand into the shell and touch it, you will touch something that makes you happy, and it is different for everyone."

As Boss Tao spoke, he reached his hand in and touched something, a gratified smile appeared on his face.

Yi Gan and Xiao Chen also took it and touched it once each. Yi Gan touched many pearls and was filled with emotional power.

This means that it has found a way to cultivate a large number of pearls in its heart, and it is just around the corner to make a lot of money and become a big capitalist! Yigan fantasized about a bright future and showed a stupid expression on his face, laughing from ear to ear.

Xiao Chen didn't know what he touched. He had a lewd expression on his face and kept laughing foolishly.

Finally, the conch was snatched back by Boss Tao.

"Boss Tao, can this conch be eaten? If not, I won't sell it to you. Take it home and keep it. Touch it when you have time. What's its name?"

Igan asked.

"Of course conch can be eaten. The small space inside the shell will not be affected even after the conch meat is eaten. The meat can also bring joy to the eater and make him forget his troubles. Given the magical function of conch, I think we should call it 'Hi Snail'."

After Boss Tao finished speaking, Yi Gan and Xiao Chen were speechless again.

"Boss Tao, its original species is conch."

Igan said.

"I know, but I named it 'Hi Snail', with a mouth next to the sea, to indicate that it is very high."

Boss Tao said.

"Are you sure this isn't a random name you came up with?"

Xiao Chen asked.

"Is this how you talk to your boss? Do you still want the salary?"

Boss Tao uses his power to bully others.

"No! Hi-Snail is a good name, let's call it Hi-Snail."

Xiao Chen immediately became timid.

Those who supported the name Hi-Lo were Xiao Chen and Boss Tao, and the only one who opposed it was Yi Gan. In the end, the name was passed and it was called Hi-Lo.

Yi Gan looked up at the sky in silence.

It decided that in the future it would try to give the wandering creatures a name before bringing new seafood down to earth.

Jumping shrimp, crawling crab, fantasy chapter, hi snail...

There is no rule, just randomness.

"Okay, there isn't much seafood today, but the quality is good. I'll take 1 kilogram of Heart Dust."

Boss Tao was not a gentleman and took advantage of Yi Gan's mind full of complaints about the name to suddenly start negotiating the price.

But Yigan also learned from yesterday's lesson and became thicker-skinned. Although he was a little flustered at first, he finally negotiated the price of 4 kilograms of heart dust and sold all 4 seafood.

Today's casual menu was posted very early. Because there was still a lot of seafood left from yesterday, Boss Tao told Xiao Chen that he didn't need to wait for Yi Gan and could put the menu up early.

But after receiving the seafood that Yi Gan brought today, he asked Xiao Chen to buy a few bottles of white wine. He said that white wine was the only thing that would be enough to entertain today's guests.

"Is it someone of higher status?"

Xiao Chen guessed.

But when Xiao Chen came back after buying the liquor, Boss Tao told him that he had already received a customer who ordered a set meal, and today's set meal was sold out.

"What? So fast?"

Xiao Chen looked at the guest who was sitting in an empty corner, hunched over and in a disheveled state. He didn't look like a person of high status at all.

He looks like a down and out person.

"Just gently put the liquor and the glass on the table, and don't talk to him."

Boss Tao gave instructions to Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen also felt the boss's seriousness and consideration. He changed his slightly impetuous state in the past few days due to his contact with the cultivation world, and placed the white wine and wine glass on the guest's table carefully, trying not to disturb him.

"Thank you."

The guest replied.

Xiao Chen didn't say anything. He smiled, nodded, and motioned the customer to enjoy the meal slowly, then returned to his stall.

The atmosphere of the entire grilled fish stall suddenly changed. Boss Tao and Xiao Chen became quiet, and the diners seemed to be infected and calmed down. Like ripples in the water, it started from the customer who ordered the random menu and spread to all the customers.

The guest did not notice that the surrounding environment had changed because of him. He opened the white wine in front of him, poured a small cup, took a sip, and was choked to tears.

He doesn't drink often. At most, he would drink some beer when he went to a roadside stall with friends to eat barbecue. He only drank when he was happy.

He was feeling sad and in pain at the moment, and this cup of liquor that burned his throat and made him cry could actually help him empathize with his feelings more, making him feel like he had found a confidant.

He choked on the first sip, frowned slightly on the second, and drank up all the liquor in the small cup with the third sip.

After all, the pain brought by the liquor was nothing compared to the sadness in his heart that was so painful that he had lost all sense of it, not even one ten-thousandth of it.

How can the pain of losing a loved one be compared to a glass of wine?

The feeling of suppressing his sadness and insisting on completing the entire funeral was like someone grabbing his collar and holding his neck, forcing him to be strong and accompany his grandmother until the end, without relaxing for even a moment.

To relax would be to collapse. He could imagine how he would sit down in front of his grandmother's coffin, crying and unable to see her off on her final journey, leaving her worrying about him, an unfilial grandson, even in her death.

So, he held on and walked through the entire funeral in pain, pinching his neck.

My father cried, my aunt cried, my cousin cried, and my brother cried.

Only he didn't cry.

He bore everyone's sadness and told his grandmother over and over again, don't worry, I can hold on.

Support this funeral, support this family, support all the sorrow, until grandma can peacefully go to the other side and look back and smile at them.

It’s the last leg of the journey, how can I let grandma feel reluctant and have any regrets?