That year, at eighteen, I stood like an ant.
As time slowly passed, STARRY reached closing time. After all the customers had left, Ijichi Hoshika came to the counter to calculate the day's revenue.
When she saw the day's takings, she was shocked.
"Today's revenue was several times yesterday's, but..." Ijichi Hoshika placed the day's bill in front of Qianyi. "I don't remember stocking this much alcohol."
"This is my secret recipe." Qianyi smiled mysteriously.
"Can you tell me?" Ijichi Hoshika asked curiously, then added, "I can pay for it."
"No need. The recipe is actually simple: reduce the alcohol to a fifth of the usual amount, or even less. Use extremely low-proof alcohol, or just replace it with Sprite or orange juice. Then comes the most important part—you have to add plenty of cream and crushed Oreos. Remember to garnish the top with mint. The total cost of the whole thing is less than a tenth of the alcohol itself." Qianyi generously taught Ijichi Hoshika the recipe.
"Is that even alcohol?!" Ijichi Hoshika felt her worldview crumble.
No wonder Qianyi had sold so many today without running out of alcohol. So the bastard barely put any alcohol in them at all!!
"If alcohol were really that popular, then the world's best-selling beverage would be alcohol, not all those things conquered by Coca-Cola combined." Qianyi mixed a drink for Ijichi Hoshika.
In truth, many minors only tried drinking because they thought it made them seem mature. They thought it was cool, not that alcohol actually tasted good.
As for adults, most of them drank because of all kinds of terribly bitter things hidden behind it—frustration bottled up inside, deliberate torment from their bosses, or perhaps...
Society's obedience training.
That was why Qianyi didn't like drinking. The only two alcoholic drinks