Please Work Hard, Host

"Quit joking around. Hurry up and tell me what happened."

Seeing Bu Lige like this, Bu Shiyi could not help but smile. "What happened?"

Because her younger brother's hidden injuries had healed, Bu Shiyi was in quite a good mood.

Bu Lige then told Bu Shiyi about buying cola at Luo Chuan's shop.

"You're saying that the main reason your hidden injuries healed and you directly broke through to the Creation Realm was a drink called cola?"

Bu Shiyi raised her lovely brows slightly and spoke with a faintly amused smile.

However, Bu Lige did not notice the shift in the atmosphere. He nodded, excitement flashing in his eyes. "Ten Spirit Crystals! A bottle of cola only costs Ten Spirit Crystals! I'm starting to wonder whether that owner is holding a loss-making clearance sale!"

"Oh? Then why didn't you buy a few more bottles?"

"If it weren't for the shop's rules limiting each person to one bottle a day, I would've bought the whole shop empty long ago!" Bu Lige said casually.

"So that's how it is..." As she spoke, Bu Shiyi's long, slender fingers pinched Bu Lige's ear and gave it a slight twist. With a cold smile, she said, "All grown up now, are you? You actually dared to fool your sister. A bottle of cola for Ten Spirit Crystals can have such an effect? It works better than the spirit medicines in the manor?"

Feeling waves of pain from his ear, Bu Lige was on the verge of tears.

Why was I clearly telling the truth, yet you still wouldn't believe me?

"Big sis, why would I lie to you? Everything I said is true!"

Seeing the strength in Bu Shiyi's hand steadily increase, Bu Lige was practically about to cry.

"You didn't lie to me?"

"Absolutely true! Heaven and earth can bear witness!"

Bu Lige was just short of pointing at the sky and swearing an oath.

"Since that's the case, I'll believe you for now." Bu Shiyi casually remarked as she released Bu Lige's ear.

Bu Lige rubbed his bright red ear, feeling thoroughly depressed.

"Take me to that shop you mentioned tomorrow. I'm rather interested in that mysterious owner." Bu Shiyi narrowed her eyes slightly as she spoke...

The next day, early in the morning.

Luo Chuan opened the shop early. He lay in his rocking chair, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight while casually chatting with the system in his mind.

"Say, System, isn't the task you issued a little unrealistic? Selling one hundred bottles of cola and one hundred packs of Spicy Strips within a month—do you think that's possible with the shop's foot traffic?"

"Please work hard, Host."

"Can't you give me a little more time? Or advertise our shop or something?"

"Please work hard, Host."

"System, can you say anything else?"

The system fell silent.

Luo Chuan: ...

"Boss, I'm back!"

Luo Chuan cracked his eyes open slightly, and Bu Lige's face appeared in his line of sight.

Standing beside him was a woman with bright eyes and pearly teeth, black hair cascading like a waterfall, as though a celestial maiden had descended to the mortal world.

Bu Shiyi frowned and surveyed the shop behind Luo Chuan.

The shop was opened in such a remote alley, with four imposing characters—"Origin Mall"—on its signboard, together with an owner who looked unreliable no matter how one looked at him...

Bu Shiyi glanced at Luo Chuan, already beginning to doubt whether what Bu Lige had said was true.

"You're the owner of this shop?" Bu Shiyi asked, her voice crisp as silver bells.

Luo Chuan nodded calmly. "Mm."