The losers in daily youth have all become witches

Li Mo said seriously.

Momoka Kawahara chewed the golden and crispy fried anchovies, looking at Li Mo with an expression of "How on earth will this end up with me selling myself?", waiting for his next words.

So Li Mo described vividly how he used his favorite joint technique on Hiroi Kikuri. The details of the process were so detailed that even Kawahara Momoka felt some pain in her joints.

"The weak, useless bassist was no match for my well-trained body, so after I used a reverse wrist armbar, she could only slap the tatami with her remaining left hand and yell, 'surrender!'"

Li Mo said with a proud tone.

"and then?"

Kawahara Kimoka asked.

"And then? Then the waitress and the manager of the izakaya came out to stop us, but I knocked them down with a kneebar and a Hell Izuna Fall respectively."

"Don't beat up innocent people! The waitress and the manager of the izakaya are too pitiful! Boyfriend, you have completely turned into a villain."

Kawahara Momoka couldn't help but denounce.

"Really? But compared to those guys who trick their girlfriends into saying 'giving the middle finger is a compliment and politeness', I think I'm still pretty decent."

Li Mo said meaningfully.

"No one usually does this kind of thing, right? It's a common test."

Kawahara Momoka muttered: "Don't take what you see in animation and other things into reality..."

Li Mo looked at her and smiled meaningfully without saying anything.

Suddenly, some strange images popped up in Kawahara Momoka's mind, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. "That was something you saw on TV, right?"

"Forget it, these are all unimportant things, let's skip them for now."

Li Mo said.

Kawahara Ki Momoka breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Skip the insignificant details of my single-handedly challenging the Chiba Police Department and achieving a resounding victory, confronting the arriving Self-Defense Forces, and ultimately engaging in a firefight with US forces stationed in Japan, nearly triggering a triple atom attack in Japan and plunging the world into nuclear war..."

"No, no, no, it feels like something so grand and dramatic that it's worthy of being recorded in human history has happened?!"

"Anyway, after those little things, you told me that you had lost your job and income, and your life was very difficult. You were almost at death's door, and your condition was very serious."

"Compared to the World War III that almost happened, my problem is totally insignificant, right?!"

"At that time, I suddenly remembered that I happened to have a shop that needed staff. The work was not too strenuous, and the pay was guaranteed to be slightly higher than the average odd job. If someone wanted to perform on the street, I could use it as a way to attract customers."

Li Mo ignored the other party's complaints and continued, "After talking to you, you happily agreed and accepted the deposit I paid, indicating that you would be my employee for at least the next month."

Kawahara Momoka was silent for a few seconds and then dug into her pockets, but found nothing. "Where's the deposit?"

Li Mo nodded behind her.

She turned her head and found that there were several boxes of high-end mineral water piled up in the corner not far behind her, which she could only admire from afar.

"Is it too late for me to return the goods now?"

Kawahara Kimoka asked desperately.

"That's enough."

Li Mo ate a small dried fish and said, "I think it would be better for you to work hard for me."

Chapter 330 Cake.

"Is this the shop you mentioned?"

Momoka Kawahara looked at the shop in front of her and asked suspiciously, "Isn't this shop closed at all?"

The house doesn't even have a sign. From the outside, you can barely tell that it's a restaurant-related store from the tables and chairs behind the glass wall, but you can't tell anything else.

Not only that, she didn't know if it was because her attention was a little distracted just now, but Kawahara Ki Momoka always felt that when she just came here, this house didn't exist yet, and it was only the moment she walked here that she suddenly emerged from the gap between the two shops.

It must be just an illusion.

“It’s opening, it’s opening…”

Li Mo muttered as he tore off the notice outside the store that read "Shop for Rent" and replied in a serious manner.

"There's absolutely no sign of the opening progress,"

Kawahara Momoka complained: "If I use the analogy of forming a band, Boss, you've only just bought the instruments..."

This is normal, after all, the business direction was just decided yesterday.

"Nonsense, at least you know the musical notation!"

Li Mo retorted and pushed open the door of the shop.

"No, yours is even worse, okay?"

Momoka Kawahara followed Li Mo into the store without any hope.

As a result, as soon as I entered the door, I smelled a very strong and pleasant sweet fragrance.

Wheat flour, eggs, milk, sugar, and butter...

Without a doubt, it tastes like dim sum.

“It actually smells like cake…”

Taoxiang said in a daze.

"If there were any other smells, it would be a big problem."

Li Mo answered as a matter of course.

Taoxiang didn't say anything, but in fact she had already prepared herself mentally for the smell of formaldehyde that had not yet dissipated in the store. Unexpectedly, the reality was much better than expected.

At least judging from the strong baking aroma, the desserts in this shop can be guaranteed to be above the passing line.

The store's furnishings don't look like a cake shop, but more like a bar.

"Want to try it?"

Li Mo suddenly asked.

"what?"

Taoxiang, who was still looking at the interior decoration of the store, was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes fell on the refrigerator next to the bar, but the glass cover of the refrigerator was empty.

"Cake."

Li Mo said.

Tao Xiang hesitated for a moment, then shook her head: "Forget it, it's too troublesome to roast it now, it's such a waste of time..."

As a result, she saw Li Mo just mysteriously go into the back kitchen, and after a while he returned to the front desk with two small plates, each containing one-sixth of the cake's size.

"Come and try it. It's strange that you work in a shop but don't even know what your own cake tastes like."

Li Mo pushed the plate in front of Taoxiang and said.

Taoxiang looked at the two small cakes in front of her curiously. One was a strawberry cream cake, and the other was a chocolate black forest cake. Could it be that there was a refrigerator in the kitchen? But isn't it a bit wasteful to prepare the cakes in advance before the opening?

I heard that the pastry chef seems to get up at 4am to prepare the cakes to be sold that day...

Taoxiang subconsciously looked at the kitchen, but there was no sign of anyone else there. Does that mean that the cake was most likely made by the boy in front of her who looked younger than herself?

Thinking that he was even responsible for today's breakfast, she looked at Li Mo with some admiration, thinking that he was the type of person who would not feel awkward even if she asked him "Have you seen Chiba at 4 AM?"

——Although she had stayed up late to perform in some bars to make money a few days ago, she had indeed seen Chiba at four in the morning.

"Is it really okay to give it to me? Cakes are pretty expensive, right?"

Momoka asked quietly.

"We have to thank our classmate Yanami for that."

"?"

Faced with Kawahara Ki Momoka's doubts, Li Mo did not explain much, but just showed a friendly smile.

It can't be said that the free food portions provided by the Elf Kitchen to Ministry members seem to be based on the one with the biggest appetite in the Ministry, so there is actually always more than enough.

It’s better to say that it’s a bit too much. I can’t finish it. I can’t finish it at all…

Momoka Kawahara was still confused, but seeing that Li Mo didn't seem to be distressed at all, and because she was short of money, she hadn't had dessert for quite a long time. As a woman, she was quite tempted by such an opportunity.

So she put her hands together and said, "I'm starting," which meant she accepted Li Mo's kindness.

The plastic fork gently cut open the snow-like cream surface, revealing the cloud-like cake base. Although she initially thought that the cake had been in the refrigerator for a while, it actually tasted completely different. The taste of freshly whipped cream filled her mouth all at once, and the sweetness of sugar bloomed on the tip of her tongue - it was by no means the sticky sweetness of industrial non-dairy creamer, but a more advanced and delicate animal cream that gave people a greater sense of satisfaction.

The sponge cake, saturated with maple syrup and brandy, is a world away from your average street chiffon cake. Every pore is saturated with the amber-colored liquid, yet it miraculously retains its velvety, fluffy texture. It's clear the baking process required exceptional skill. The airy cake and silky buttercream perfectly complement each other, creating a stunning duet in the mouth. It's like holding a sun-warmed cloud, incredibly soft and silky.

Then, the surprise hidden in the interlayer quietly appeared. The raspberry jam, which is quite rare in Neon, but has an extremely mellow taste, pierces the sweet curtain with just the right acidity. The dark purple berry particles burst between the teeth, complementing the slightly sour strawberry variety on the top to activate all taste buds.

Momoka Kawahara has never really felt the same way about the saying that 'sugar can bring happiness to people'.

And she tasted more, much more.

But it was obviously quite sweet and blissful, but when the raspberry jam and strawberry burst between her molars, Taoxiang inexplicably felt a feeling that had been suppressed for a long time, not knowing whether it was grievance or hardship, that suddenly came out.

She gripped the cake fork tightly, as if she wanted to twist all the conflicts and divisions in the band over the years, the gurgling sound of the clogged toilet in the cheap rental house, and the loneliness reflected by the dim neon lights at midnight into the melting cream and then swallow it all in one gulp.

There were no signs, but the tears kept flowing.

“Is it unpalatable?”

Li Mo handed her a tissue with a smile on his face as if he understood everything.

Momoka Kawahara didn't know what she said to him after she got drunk last night, but at this moment she clearly felt the other party's tolerance and kindness.

“…It’s delicious.”

So she took the tissue, wiped her face, wiped her nose, and then spoke sullenly.

"Thank you."

Chapter 331: Running errands.

Momoka Kawahara seemed quite embarrassed about crying in front of a boy younger than herself - even though Li Mo was her boss.

So when Li Mo handed her the second tissue and said he could lend her the attic of the store to live in, she hurried away with the excuse of going back to pack her things. If he hadn't been sure that the other party had no pockets and even food and accommodation became a problem, Li Mo even had a feeling that the other party would never show up again.

As for whether the other party is trustworthy or not, and whether the backdoor will be exposed, Li Mo doesn't really care.

After all, compared to the unreliable memory modification technique (physical), he really knows memory modification technique (magic).

"Then the employees will be OK,"

Li Mo rubbed his chin: "As long as there is a minimum of renovation, we can start business."

Unlike dinners where you'll occasionally surprise yourself with some authentic (one-arm giant swing) Union Jack-style British dishes, you can always trust the house-elves' dessert skills.

Just when Li Mo was considering whether to take advantage of this rare free time to go to the Chinese medicine store in Chinatown to buy some raw materials for making white radish essence, his cell phone rang.

He checked the caller ID, answered the call, and then said in a skillful, broadcast-like voice, "The number you dialed is out of service. Please try again later..."

[Are they not in a service area at this hour? Seriously…]

Amakusa Shino's somewhat careless voice came from the receiver.

"..."

[Eh, shouldn't there be a message prompt after this sentence? 'Please leave a message after the beep' or something like that...]

"That's usually a feature only available on landlines."

"I see, I've learned some useless stuff again... Hmm? Something seems off."

"...Please leave a message after the beep. Beep."

[Hey! Aren’t you here?!]

"The user you dialed is powered off."

【Who is the person talking to me?】

"Actually, I am, AI."

[Really? Is Japan's AI technology already that advanced?]

"Humanity, danger, extermination."