The stall owner, who had a pair of black, furry ears, noticed her imposing manner and cautiously approached her, asking, "What would you two like to eat?"
He looked a little frightened, his ears drooping.
Song Tingwan snapped out of her daze and smiled gently at her.
Song Siyao glanced at the flag with the word "porridge" on it and said, "Give me two bowls of the best-selling porridge."
"Okay, please wait a moment, both of you."
Hearing that their tone was relatively kind, the stall owner with black ears turned around enthusiastically to serve them porridge.
As the stall owner brought the porridge over, Song Tingwan also received a telepathic message from her father and apprentice.
—That kid took a big knife, shrunk it down, and was about to slash himself twice, but I pulled him out and stopped him.
Master, don't worry, I know what I'm doing!
Song Tingwan rolled her eyes gracefully; he knew exactly what was going on.
She thanked her father first, and then addressed her little apprentice.
First tell him that one or two drops of dragon's blood are enough for medicine, and a small needle is about right.
Let's put that broadsword away.
I persuaded them with earnest words and heartfelt advice.
Song Tingwan finally caught her breath and slowly began to drink her porridge.
"It's alright now," she said softly to her sister, putting down her spoon.
I took a small bite, and surprisingly, the street stall food was quite good.
"That's good."
Song Siyao was relieved.
The two ate at the quiet little stall, and the demonic cultivators who passed by occasionally glanced over, their eyes lingering on the two's outstanding appearance and gorgeous clothes.
But he also seemed somewhat surprised.
One or two is one thing, but every single one of them was quite surprising.
Song Tingwan couldn't help but call over the stall owner and ask, "Why are they all looking at us like that?"
The stall owner blushed and stammered, not daring to look at them.
"You two are not demonic cultivators, are you? I am a half-demon, and I have a very low status in the demon realm. My stall has never been frequented by any demons."
Only those of mixed demon and human blood like her would come to her stall for a bowl of porridge.
That was only because we saw how hard she had worked, and everyone was helping each other out.
The two sisters exchanged a glance, and Song Tingwan softened her voice: "But the porridge you cooked is delicious. How long have you been setting up your stall?"
Upon hearing this, the black cat stall owner smiled happily, "Th-thank you, less than seven days."
"What did you do before?"
“I… used to be a slave. Two years ago, the Demon Lord ordered the abolition of slave contracts, and we were dismissed. Those who wanted to continue working for their masters stayed, while those who didn’t could learn things together. What I learned was cooking.”
Mentioning this, the black cat stall owner's eyes lit up, and his admiration for the Demon Lord was almost palpable.
Song Tingwan chuckled, "Then what do you think of your Demon Lord?"
"He's a good person!"
"What an amazing person!"
"I've heard that in the mortal realm, immortals and benefactors are honored with longevity tablets. I, too, wish to present a longevity tablet to the Demon Lord!"
Slaves were beaten, verbally abused, and subjected to arbitrary humiliation.
It was the Demon Lord who, over the years, suppressed all the demons and saved these inferior bloodlines.
The black cat vendor looked up as he spoke, his heterochromatic eyes sparkling.
The Song sisters exchanged a glance, their smiles wide.
It seems that over the years, Aji has won the hearts of many... oh no, the hearts of demons.
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