Chapter 210 Mi You
The Netherworld Bakery is the second store at the corner of the street. When Jiangyou passed by, he went in for a look.
The bakers in the kitchen here and those in the bakery next door are all from the same batch of outstanding students. Now, with the assembly line operation of nearly a hundred batches of pasta every day, they have long been upgraded from novices to veterans. They can knead the dough into the acceptable shape with just a pinch of their eyes closed.
However, soul grass can only be considered similar to wheat after all, and its actual use is still a little different from wheat. It does not have enough protein content and can only be used to make pastries, bake some puff pastries, fry twisted dough sticks, make some muffins or scones, but it is not very suitable for making toast.
——Of course, if you really want to make it, you can add some high-gluten flour to it and the effect should be achieved. However, bakers have not yet experimented with the most suitable formula ratio, so the launch of this new product has been temporarily shelved.
When Jiang You entered the store, the shop assistants all raised their heads. When they saw her, they all smiled and said, "Hello, Boss You!"
"The boss is here to inspect~!"
"Would you like to try some of those freshly baked Netherworld Egg Tarts? They've got a newly developed recipe, a crispy crust and a tender, smooth interior. They're selling like hotcakes today!"
"Pack me a box of egg tarts," Jiang You said with a smile. She looked around the store and asked, "How's business today?"
"Very good!" The thousand-year-old ghost employee ticked his silver-white tentacles, which resembled the corners of a bed sheet, and neatly packed a box of purple-black egg tarts for Jiang You. "But there's a strange customer. She tried to pay with a strange currency, and she insisted that it was given to her by you, the boss. We don't know what to do!"
"Huh?" Jiang You was confused when he saw the appraiser take out a few very familiar paper-folded gold coins and point at a black shadow huddled in the corner.
"Hi..." The ghost in the corner revealed a face that looked exactly like the portrait in Mi You's student profile. He waved his claws weakly and said tremblingly, "So, can I buy something to eat with this?"
Jiang You: “Wow!”
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Three minutes later, Boss You's attentive employees had set up a small table in the back kitchen. Mi You floated on the chair, constantly using her purple-black tentacles to roll up the dazzling array of offerings on the table and stuffing them into her mouth.
She looked really hungry (lacking energy), and Jiangyou's eyes were burning with the kind fire of an old mother, and he pushed a new plate of Netherworld Butterfly Cakes in front of Mi You.
"Woo, woo, delicious, this is so delicious!" Mi You ate with a wooo, his cheeks stuffed so full that he looked like some kind of hamster. "I haven't eaten in ages! Woo, I never thought someone would pay tribute to me after I die!"
"It's my duty, it's my duty." Jiang You rubbed his bone claws. "After all, I was pulled into this world by you and was given a second life! From now on, you can eat whatever you want in our store, and it's all free!"
She said the last sentence to her employees, who were very considerate and brought over a few more pots of freshly baked cakes.
Mi You ate voraciously for a whole hour, and nodded vigorously with her cheeks puffed out as she listened to Jiang You recount every detail of her life after traveling through time.
Her soul visibly solidified from a vague ball of black smoke with tentacles into a grayish-white sheet. She finally slowed down, stretched out her claws, which had become like the corners of a sheet, wiped the corners of her mouth, curled up in happiness and satisfaction, and burped loudly.
Takumi Yuu: ...She really looks like a little hamster!
"I'm so happy." Mi You, the off-white bedsheet ghost, held her belly and breathed a sigh of relief. She said sincerely, "It's great that the lich I summoned is you!"
"Hey!" Jiang You scratched his head and smiled, then continued, "I was inexplicably dragged into this world before, and I don't know what happened. I ended up occupying your workshop... If you still want that house..."
"No, no, no!" Mi You raised his head in horror, almost exploding into a gray dandelion. "I don't want that house! Since you like it, I'll give it to you! To me, it's a cage, a trap. I don't want to go back!"
"Oh! All right," said Jiang You. "Then I'll obey your command... But I can't just take your house for nothing. Do you have any wishes that I can help you fulfill?"
Mi You thought about it seriously. "Well, I'm already a ghost. It's safe to say there's no one in the world freer than me. I can go wherever I want now. No one will ever constrain me, control me, or force me to achieve certain goals or complete certain tasks..."
"In a sense, I've already achieved everything I've ever wanted... Ah, perhaps you could provide me with some funding so I can buy brushes, paper, paints, and some illustrated novels."
"Pfft," Takumi laughed. This was a very Mi-Yu-esque response. "No problem at all! By the way, do you want to open a gallery?"
"Eh?!" Mi You was shocked. She pointed at herself with the corner of the bed sheet. "Who opened a gallery? Me?!"
"Yes." Jiang You nodded. "Usually, you travel around to collect inspiration and paint. The gallery will hire a small worker to look after the house, clean, and sell some of your favorite picture albums, novels, and picture books. Occasionally, you can also organize exhibitions for painters you know. Once you have created a few works, you can open a special exhibition in the gallery and sell them..."
"By the way, don't people say that a painter's works only sell for high prices after he dies? You can just find a bug."
Mi You suddenly turned into a cosmic cat and felt that his ghost brain was about to boil.
She had indeed heard of this saying, but didn't it mean that the price of a painter's posthumous works would skyrocket because the painter could not produce new paintings after his/her death?!
And in her case...is the painter dead? He is indeed dead. But his paintings are still being produced endlessly?!
Jiang You continued to paint a beautiful picture: "Don't you like the sea? Although there is no sea in Andre's territory, we have money and can help you buy a small house in Melori Port or somewhere else by the sea. If you want to move to Dragon Island, I should have a way here..."
"Dragon Island!" Mi You took a deep breath and excitedly wrapped the corner of the bed sheet around Jiang You's bone claws. She said seriously, "Please let me go to Dragon Island to play. It doesn't matter if I can't stay for a long time. Just let me draw a dragon, and maybe I can rest in peace!"
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