The losers in daily youth have all become witches

Thinking about it this way, if there is a store that can generate continuous profits as a backup hidden energy source, it might be a good choice.

But that would bring us back to the starting point: apart from the catering industry, which is almost profitable with its Elf Kitchen, investments in other industries cannot guarantee that there will be no deficits. If there is no way to provide profits and you have to keep subsidizing the store operations, then you are putting the cart before the horse.

"If I can't stay in the store all the time, I'll have to hire someone if I want to keep the business running smoothly. If I hire someone from outside, it'll be quite a hassle to ensure my abilities aren't exposed..."

After finishing his chicken leg, Li Mo snapped his fingers lightly, and flames appeared out of nowhere, burning away the stains on his hands and the remaining chicken bones. "If only there was a restaurant where I could prepare the food right from the start and then I wouldn't have to worry about it for the whole day."

"what……"

Chihaya Aine made a surprised sound.

"what happened?"

Li Mo looked at the girl who looked a little funny with tomato meat sauce all over her mouth.

Perhaps his eyes were a little too explicit, so the girl realized something and quickly took out a napkin to wipe her mouth, then said: "What you just said..."

"Which one?"

"It's the one that you just need to prepare at the beginning and then you don't have to do it again for the whole day."

Maybe it was because she had eaten something, or maybe it was because she hadn't wiped off the oil stains, but the girl's lips were shiny as if she had applied lip balm, and looked even more beautiful than usual. She said, "There really are shops like this!"

An idea flashed in Li Mo's mind: "You mean..."

"Yes, that's it."

The girl nodded.

Then the two of them spoke in unison.

Li Mo: "This unscrupulous shop is cheating people by selling pre-made meals that can be eaten by just heating them up!"

Aine: "A dessert shop specializing in cakes!"

Li Mo: "..."

Aine: "(stare)"

Li Mo: "That's right! A dessert shop!"

"It's too late to change your tune now!"

The girl shook her head: "Why do you immediately think of those shady shops that appear in the legal section?"

Li Mo sighed and lamented: "I never thought that I have been corrupted by the profit-seeking business mind. This is what is called capitalism..."

"I think it's just that Asakura-san's way of thinking is really weird."

The girl looked at Li Mo indifferently as he shook his head and sighed, "Perhaps only Senior Chao Yun can understand your train of thought."

Regardless of how Li Mo's brain was damaged by the technology and cruel life in his previous life, just looking at Miss Aine's advice, it did open up a new way of thinking for Li Mo.

Indeed, traditional cake and dessert shops will prepare all the cakes for the whole day early in the morning and put them in the refrigerator, waiting for customers to choose when they come to buy them. Even if the customers plan to dine in the store, at most they just need to make a cup of coffee or black tea.

As for services such as customized birthday cakes, reservations must be made one day in advance, so there is no need to bother with having them made on the spot.

In other words.

"There's a ready-made refrigerator in the store. All we need to do is find a cute animal-eared maid to help sell cakes, and we can open our business right away..."

Li Mo pondered.

"Why would a beast-eared maid appear in a place like this?!"

The pink-haired girl with tiger teeth and glasses said angrily.

“Eh, I thought you’d like this Call Back, Aine…”

"I'm not talking to you about manzai!"

Chapter 326 The Siren descends upon me.

The dusk permeated the slightly faded curtains of the izakaya in the shopping street. Momoka Kawahara leaned against the notice board beside the stone steps to tune the strings of her zither. The sea breeze brought the message from Chiba Port that dusk was approaching, and the pedestrians on the road seemed to be in a hurry.

The violin case was empty. Although this was not the first time she had encountered such a situation, the girl was still a little depressed, and her expectations for the future seemed to become even more uncertain.

Ever since leaving the band due to differences in ideas, life has not been going well. I lost the fixed salary from the agency and the fees earned from performing at live shows. Even living in Tokyo has become difficult. I had to settle for the second best and moved from Tokyo to near Chiba. After all, I am still in the Tokyo urban area, which is not so embarrassing to tell others.

But this wasn't a solution. No matter how cheap the rent and food were, they still cost money. And Kawahara Momoka, who was almost done with the term "girl," was already getting cleaner in her pockets than her face—of course, I wasn't referring to how dirty her face was...

"How about we look somewhere else?"

I always feel like there are inexplicably a lot of snakes in Chiba. Occasionally, when I lie down in front of a vending machine to pick up coins underneath, I will look at a snake hiding underneath in surprise.

Unfortunately, Kawahara Momoka is extremely afraid of snakes.

The sound of music from other street performers seemed to be heard not far away.

Momoka Kawahara put away her guitar out of curiosity and walked towards the direction of the sound. As a result, she found a slightly drunk purple-haired bassist performing a simple show on the roadside with a guitarist who looked like a high school student.

Perhaps it was because the interaction and performance between the two was so special and eye-catching that even though the performance had only been going on for a short while, some passing students and pedestrians had already stopped to watch.

"...So strong."

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement while experts watch the details. The other passers-by were just watching because the two girls were both beautiful and the drunk bassist's behavior was unpredictable and looked interesting. However, Momoka Kawahara, a music practitioner who had also been in a band, was keenly aware of more.

Be it the drunken bassist or the guitarist who seemed either aloof or socially anxious, both of them were professional-level in terms of playing skills. It was obviously just an improvisation, but the effect was quite catchy - if it was unpleasant, there wouldn't be so many people staying.

The bassist was okay, probably just playing casually and didn't look like he was using his full strength. But the guitarist who was humming along with the tune gave Kawahara Momoka a special feeling that was hard to describe in words.

If I had to say something, it would probably be described by the feeling of a friend in her mahjong club who met a player from Qingcheng High School in the county competition before she dropped out of school.

"That one called Miyanaga Saki, she's like a big devil, even if she just passes by you when she goes to the bathroom."

Her friend was still shaking after returning, looking terrified: "I felt like it was going to leak out."

At that time, Momoka Kawahara thought that the other party was just talking nonsense. They were all ordinary Japanese high school students, not killers, so how could such an unscientific situation happen?

But at this moment, when she saw the pink-haired girl humming a song and playing, Kawahara Momoka felt a shock from the bottom of her heart.

It's not just about being surprised by the talent. After all, in the music industry, being beaten repeatedly by talented people is just commonplace. Even Momoka Kawahara, who was called "very talented" by her agent in the past, has long been accustomed to being crushed by various geniuses during her participation in various live performances and competitions.

The key point is that the pink-haired guitarist gave Kawahara Momoka a different kind of feeling that was hard to describe in words, a mysterious shock that seemed to have triggered "inspiration".

It's like an ordinary singer who suddenly encounters the legendary Siren. Not to mention that he can't defeat her even if he tries his best, he probably won't even have the heart to compete with her.

She naturally didn't know that the pink-haired girl who was humming something to relieve her social anxiety symptoms was actually a "siren" with magical singing in a sense, so she could only sigh in her heart: I didn't expect Chiba to be so crazy even in street performances...

Otherwise, I'd better go back to my hometown.

Although this was not the first time that Kawahara Momoka wanted to give up, it was the first time that she felt so discouraged.

At this time, the two people's performance had just finished.

Two girls on the side of the road who were attracted by the pink-haired guitarist immediately surrounded him and happily expressed their love for the guitarist's performance just now. It can be seen that many people around seemed to have similar feelings, but they were not as open as the two girls.

The pink-haired guitarist who had just looked like a siren descending upon my side was now acting unusually shy, mumbling something incoherently.

Momoka Kawahara instinctively did not leave, but instead stood close to him and listened carefully for a moment. Only then did she realize that the other party seemed to want to sell tickets for her performance at the Livehouse to the two young ladies.

Momoka Kawahara instinctively let out a look of nostalgia, "I think our band went through this period back then," but then she couldn't help but look stunned, "Even a band with a guitarist of this caliber is still stuck in a basement livehouse? Just how successful are the bands in Chiba?"

No, no, no, I must be wrong. There's no way the band scene in Chiba is more exciting than that in Tokyo, right?

After the guitarist went on a bit more, rambling about how her previous live performances had been complete failures, and the professional bassist chimed in, saying she wouldn't dare go on stage without alcohol, Kawahara Momoka was even more stunned. If a guitarist and bassist who were so good at street performances couldn't even perform well in a proper live performance, then what were her past guitar performances like? Non-burnable garbage?

Momoka Kawahara, who was about to graduate from girlhood, sighed and was about to leave when she saw a boy wearing glasses with heterochromatic eyes, with bandages on his hands, who looked like he had not yet graduated from middle school, appear out of nowhere.

"Yili, why are you here?"

The other party asked the siren-like pink-haired girl.

"I……"

The pink-haired girl was like the little mermaid who had stepped onto the land but didn't kill the prince. She shivered for a while as if she would turn into a ball of foam and disappear at any moment, then ran away with her guitar in her arms: "I don't know either - Guhu?!"

As the saying goes, guitarists are attracted to each other. Of course, it is also possible that the pink-haired girl did not look at the road, so in a panic, she bumped into Kawaharaki Momoka, who did not dodge, and the two of them made a sound like an anglerfish being crushed.

Chapter 327: Spiral of Happiness.

In an izakaya not far away - the one next to Kawahara Ki Momoka's street performance just now - Li Mo wiped Goto Ichiri's face with a wet towel with a helpless look on his face.

The girl showed a >△ expression and made a gurgling sound. She was obviously not used to it, but she still knelt on the tatami obediently and had her face wiped.

To be precise, I was wiping the blood from my nose.

Because she ran away in a panic and bumped into Momoka Kawahara, her face hit the other person's guitar case hard, and it was bleeding immediately.

"Really? Why are you always so reckless..."

Li Mo sighed helplessly.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

The girl whose face was being wiped said sullenly.

"Are you a friend of this child?"

The purple-haired bassist, who hadn't yet recovered from his drunken stupor, asked curiously in the sticky voice of a drunkard.

"My boyfriend."

Li Mo asserted.

"Eh?"

The purple-haired bassist made a surprised sound.

"Eh!"

Goto Ichiri's face also turned red.

No, you're not surprised!

Momoka Kawahara, who was watching from the sidelines, complained loudly in her heart.

"Wow, Yili, your nose is bleeding again, calm down!"

Li Mo took a few more tissues and hurriedly helped Goto Ichiri wipe his face.

The waiter not far away was also shocked, not knowing whether he should come over to help. After all, the amount of bleeding made the tatami a little dangerous. The izakaya chef behind the counter had a disgusted expression on his face, as if to say, "Don't die in my restaurant."

After struggling for a while, Goto Ichiri finally calmed down and managed to stop the nosebleed by stuffing tissue paper into his nose.

"Feel sorry……"

She then timidly bowed her head and apologized to Momoka Kawahara: "I made your guitar case dirty."

"No, no, no, compared to this, I'm more concerned about whether you're okay after losing so much blood."

Kawahara Momoka asked with an embarrassed look on her face. She couldn't help but think in her heart, is it because she looks so fierce that in the other party's mind, she will say, "Your blood has stained my guitar case, you have deserved death!"

"No, it's okay..."

Goto Ichiri said tremblingly: "Just breathing can restore blood..."

"That's a game character, right? Isn't your common sense a little too biased?!"

"Eh, eh, I'm sorry..."

"No, I'm not being mean to you..."

Momoka Kawahara looked at Goto Ichiri, who was trembling as he got down from his seat, and she felt even less confident about her appearance. She looked at Li Mo beside her and said, "Hey, boyfriend over there, your girlfriend is like this, and you don't even want to comfort her?"

"Although it is indeed a bit pitiful,"

Li Mo seemed to come back to his senses. He leaned on his cheek and said with a subtle smile as if he had tasted something delicious: "But, don't you think the trembling look of this child is particularly cute?"

Kawaraki Momoka: "..."

No, as a boyfriend, this guy is totally unreliable!

Even the purple-haired bassist, who seemed to be still drunk, moved his knees awkwardly as if instinctively, keeping a safe social distance of nearly one meter from Li Mo.

"By the way, may I ask who you two are..."

After watching Goto Ichiri's cute appearance of shivering like a Chihuahua for a while, Li Mo asked the other two people with satisfaction.

"Kawahara Momoka, a street performer."

"My name is Hiroi Kikuri, and I'm a bassist."

The purple-haired drunkard raised his hand and said, "Bass is my life! Ah, speaking of which, where is my bass..."