Summary
After transmigrating into a xianxia novel, I returned to my old trade and opened an unremarkable little restaurant.
Perhaps the heavens felt a restaurant couldn’t run on a chef alone, because I ended up picking up three helpers.
Helper Number One is a frail, blind beauty. He might be blind, but he is exceptionally good at nursing grudges.
So, I had him stay on as my accountant.
Helper Number Two is a mortal swordswoman with a cold exterior but a warm heart. Though she lacks spiritual power, her swordsmanship is superb.
So, I asked her to help with chopping wood and starting fires.
Helper Number Three is a gluttonous Little Black Snake. He has a bit of a temper, but he knows a few water-based spells.
Thus, he became the restaurant’s dishwasher.
Later, the Immortal-Demon War from the original story was on the verge of breaking out, and my little restaurant was caught in the crossfire.
I planned to close up shop and seek refuge, so I asked my three helpers if they wanted to come with me.
They exchanged a look. The accountant smiled as he took the travel pack from my shoulders, the woodcutter drew her longsword, and the dishwasher sprouted dragon horns.
“Since the Shopkeeper likes it here, then the ones who should leave are, naturally, them.”