The Retired Demon King Sells Milk Tea

Lin Che transmigrated to another world for six years, rising from a third-class soldier to the chief of staff of the Demon King's army, relying not on force but on a cup of bubble tea and a set of modern management. After finally returning, he just wants to quietly sell milk tea, but on the first day of business, he discovers that the folks from the other world have followed him. Explosions in the western suburbs, magical surges, low-level monsters... Standing at the entrance of his milk tea shop, Lin Che looks at the purple glow in the sky that ordinary people can't see, and expressionlessly buttons up his Demon King army uniform. Just treat it as overtime. Behind him, hurried footsteps approach. The shop assistant Su Niannian chases after him with a rice bowl, apron still on, rice grains at the corner of her mouth, clutching a rolling pin. 'Boss, does overtime count as milk tea?' Lin Che looks at her, then at the rolling pin in her hand, and suddenly feels that all the sights he saw in the other world over six years can't compare to this silly girl chasing after him under the streetlight. 'Let's go,' he turns around, 'Remember, stand behind me.' 'Why?' 'Because I'm the boss.' The Demon King retires, milk tea shop opens. Visitors from another world, please note—the boss has a bad temper, and the boss lady's rolling pin is even worse.