Five thirty in the morning.
Seventh Uncle checked the sacrificial magic array, then pulled up the rolling shutter.
Before long.
The early risers came for breakfast.
"Boss, two meat buns and a cup of soy milk."
"Coming right up."
"A bowl of beef noodles, an egg, and a soda."
"Of course, of course. Take a seat inside."
Seventh Uncle greeted his customers warmly.
The breakfast shop was called Seventh Uncle's Breakfast, and occupied a rented storefront halfway down the alley.
Behind the shop was a small, partitioned-off courtyard.
Shen Ye sat in the courtyard, thinking over everything that had happened earlier.
As he pondered, Seventh Uncle came in carrying a bowl of noodles and two fried dough sticks.
"Have some breakfast."
"It hasn't been long since my late-night snack... never mind. Thanks, boss. I'll eat in a bit."
"Mm. Hurry up and recover your strength."
Seventh Uncle set down the bowl, laid the fried dough sticks across it, and hurried back into the shop out front.
-More customers had arrived.
Shen Ye watched his retreating figure thoughtfully.
Compared with yesterday, Seventh Uncle's aura had grown stronger again today.
He was healing his injuries through breakfast sacrifices.
-As expected of a big shot, even coming up with something like that.
Then.
He needed to think of something too.
Although Seventh Uncle's breakfast shop was open, business was only so-so.
Besides.
Even if business were good, he couldn't keep living off him.
Making money.
That was an urgent matter.
-As long as the world hadn't been destroyed, people needed money.
Shen Ye thought for a moment, then suddenly smacked his forehead.
Got it!
He hastily took out his phone, logged into an app, and began registering an account.
The Copper Man's original description had included "cooking, doing laundry, writing novels, and guarding