"Really, even if it's for the praise of the guests, or for the New Year's business, it can't be like this." Qingchuan frowned lightly, and it seemed that I felt pity, "This still needs to be delivered to the door. Service? This hotel is really not serious.”

The girl in white was tied with her hands and feet and stuffed under the bed.

If she could speak, she would definitely kill him with a mouthful of salt soda: You are the bad girl who just came to deliver the service! Can there be a little basic respect? Seriously haunted, thank you!

However, not only can she not speak, but she can't even move.

Because every one of her bones was twisted and broken, it was like pinching a biscuit section by section, and she also pinched out a sense of rhythm.

Hair was cut.

After cutting, Qingchuan pulled out a strand of hair and tied the white clothes with five flowers, and tied it to the end.

After stuffing the bed, she went down and looked at a ghost who was as quiet as a chicken under the bed.

Silence, silence is the bed tonight.

Ghost under the bed: Hello?

The ghost in white: ... good girl!

White looks at the same kind in disbelief: why are you silent? Are you going to spend the night under the bed in obscurity like this? Do you have any professionalism?

The ghost under the bed: You can do it! Oh yes, you've been on it, and it's become like this...ahahahaha.

White:…

You are dying, no one cares about corpse abuse? Is there any reason?

Qingchuan still had a bundle of hair in his hand, because it was useless, he gave the mop to the bathroom, "Come on, this is a thank you gift from yesterday. Mopping the floor every day is very hard, the mop hair is bald Now, take good care of your mop hair."

The mop is flattered. It just happened to be worried about the hair removal problem of the mop head recently. When I saw these new hairs, they were straight, jet black, soft and shiny, long, and tough. Happy to replace it.

What a nice guy.

Qing Chuan put on his clothes and bent over to bid farewell to the two under the bed.

"I want to go out, please take a look at the house."

The ghost under the bed: "Okay boss, go back to boss early."

He also said goodbye to Bai Yi, "You have to reflect on yourself, do you say that you are worthy of the society, your conscience, and me? You should say goodbye to your middle and second period, and do it honestly. A useful pillar of the society."

White: "mmp."

After entrusting the room to the aborigines, Qingchuan held an owl in his left hand and a paper cutter in his right, and opened the door, "There is no sleepiness at all. It's been a long night, and I don't want to sleep. Why don't I talk to my neighbors? ?"

What did the neighbors do wrong?

Qing Chuan walked out the door, the corridor was unexpectedly very lively, and there were some strange creatures throwing a party. As soon as he appeared, it was like the little sheep suddenly entered the wolf pack, a piece of raw meat appeared in the shark pack, and the entire corridor and the hall below were quiet for a while.

The pair of green eyes looked over, Qing Chuan also saw an old man with a lantern in the corner, smiling at him, revealing a row of shark-like triangular teeth.

The green-skinned guy with pustules on his body that looked like a bullfrog roared, and all the restlessness was quiet.

This monster is not small, the size of one person, and it is fat like a giant frog. Its hands and feet are like the webbed toes of frogs, and it jumped gently to the corridor in front of Qingchuan. Its yellow eyes looked up and down, and its saliva kept flowing.

The expression was as if Qingchuan saw the first-class Aolong and bluefin tuna, and wanted to rush to eat it raw. Although the races are not the same, the truth is the same, just look at a dish.

When I got closer, I found that every transparent pustule on its body had a distorted face, and every face was so desperate and painful, as if there was still a soul imprisoned in it.

And there are hundreds of pustules on it, and it is bulging like a heart.

"Come and see, there's a little guy who thinks he's smart..." It sounded like a rusty saw cutting wood, bla bla bla.

I thought that I would appreciate the terrified expression of the human in front of me, but I saw the human smile slightly at it.

"Hello Mr. Bullfrog."

Qingchuan's body seemed to be in front of Lupipi in a flash, and two backhand knives directly cut a pair of eyes, stretched out and squeezed hard, the eyes were like fried cheese **** The plasma burst, but the blood-red plasma and white unknown objects burst out.

"I've seen other people handle bullfrogs. But I don't like to eat this, the technique may not be very skilled, you should be more careful."

While speaking, he had already used a knife to cut open the skin near his mouth, a line from the left ear to the right ear, only to the skin, without hurting the muscles at all.

He was too fast, Green Pipi felt like he was blinking, his eyeballs burst, his mouth was cut, and he was about to fight back when something hit his back hard, and his spine was broken in an instant It became two pieces, and the whole was lying on the ground.

The hall seemed to be muted, only the sound of the spinal fracture was clearly audible.

Qingchuan stretched out his hand and grabbed the skin at the corner of the giant frog's mouth, and tore it with force, the entire skin was torn off, revealing the snow-white and crystal flesh-it looked even more delicious than bullfrog meat.

This time, it was so hard and fast that I didn't feel any pain, and the skin was completely peeled off. The toughness attribute of the skin that used to be the most proud of, has now become the opponent's weapon - because of its toughness, it is easy to peel it from head to toe.

Qing Chuan stepped on the frogman's head and led the frogman to smash through the floor of the corridor to the first floor.

The teeth in the frogman's mouth were mixed with blood and spurted out a red fan instantly. He bent down and pulled out the tongue that was more than one meter long and cut it directly, making all his heart-piercing roars suppressed. In the throat there is no chance to shout again.

The monsters and monsters on the first floor scattered, leaving a neat circle, even if the previous boss was crying under the other's feet, he didn't dare to make any movement, and no one dared to approach this killer.

Everyone is not an ignorant little demon, they have already seen that the knife in Qingchuan's hand is very ordinary, but the layer of energy covered on it is extremely lethal to them.

Even the invulnerable skin of their former boss can be easily cut open, just like cutting cheese, isn't their crispy skin the end of the dish?

He smiled and stretched out his hand to the little old man in the corner. He was clearly as noble as the silver moon. At this time, there was an aura of a big devil.

, "Sir, I have no ill will towards you."

"No malice? That's not what you said before." Qing Chuan took the lantern and said to the little old man with a smile.

The little old man immediately said, "Sir, my expression is racial, and it's all my fault that the master who drew me didn't draw me well. In fact, I have always respected you, and I have to respect you from the bottom of my heart. "

"Your body is a lantern?" Qing Chuan took out the candle inside. The white candle was burning with a turquoise flame. He threw the candle over the skinned skin, and the frogman's skin burned violently.

Souls flew out of the flames, flew upwards, and soon disappeared.

"Yes, you have good eyesight." The little old man looked at the candle reluctantly and couldn't help showing a pained expression. Although it was split, if it was destroyed, it would be no small thing to it. s damage.

The flame gradually went out, and when the frog skin turned to ashes, the soul locked inside was released.

All the bones of the frogman were crushed into powder, the brains burst, the juice splashed, and they couldn't die any longer. But the peripheral nerves of its body are still there, so the limbs are still twisting, twitching, struggling, and swiping.

Qingchuan didn't care about it, he looked at the monsters who were silent, "Why don't you sing or dance? Are you not welcome?"

His expression was very gentle and friendly, "I heard that there were carnivals at midnight, don't let me down."

"Huh? There should be people who haven't come, are you not giving me face?" Qingchuan 'suddenly' remembered something, and clapped one hand on the other, "This is not good, everyone Happiness is real happiness~”

"No, no, isn't this all here?"

Qingchuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the guest room upstairs, "Isn't there any more in there? Bring them out. There are many people and it is lively, and the carnival must have such an atmosphere. So, bring them out."

"Isn't it compliant? This is a game after all, and players can't interfere with each other." A wrinkled bark man opened his mouth tentatively, staring at Qingchuan with small eyes, "Also, adults and In fact, they are not related to each other and do not interfere with each other.”

Qingchuan knows it, it is the ghost clap outside.

"Have I interfered? You bring those companions out to have a carnival, that's your choice, you're 'willing', how can you frame people with red lips and white teeth? The door has never been touched."

Powerful, shameless, and unsolved.

The tree man had a toothache on his face and quietly exited the stage. The demons were crying and gulping, swallowing their voices, and assigned a few more to catch the demons in the room.

In just a few seconds, a few ghosts brought out a few ghosts with confused faces, including portrait ghosts, wall-crack ghosts, **** ghosts... all of them are not so powerful little ghosts, Even if Qingchuan did not interfere, it is estimated that he would not necessarily die.

Everyone is here, the dance begins.

"How can a party be without music? Music."

Music? The demons scratched their ears and scratched their cheeks, and finally sent a few people who knew how to play musical instruments, and a group of demons danced wildly at the scene.

"I need a singer."

A little monster in the form of a lark stood up, and she began to sing loudly.

Qing Chuan sat on the sofa and smiled reservedly, revealing a row of eight teeth. He put his hands on both sides of the skirt, his legs were attached to one side, and his fingers tapped the sofa leather to beat the beat, indulging in it.

If you don't look around, it's like a well-bred young lady from somewhere listening to classical music at a concert.

Qing Chuan's fingers beat the beat on the sofa, the sofa monster felt itchy, but dared not move, and silently adjusted to the most comfortable angle and height.

"Such a beautiful song should be accompanied by dance. What about dance?"

Several most beautiful female ghosts danced up.

"I don't want classical dance, I want modern dance. Is there any mechanical dance? I want to watch mechanical dance with folk songs, it must be very interesting."

The female ghosts danced down again, and the monsters launched a mechanical monster, the monster came up trembling with tears in its eyes.

It's probably a racial talent, although the soundtrack is a little weird, and it's twisted like that.

Beside Qingchuan's sofa, several handsome male demons and very enchanting and glamorous female demons came to him, those holding fruit bowls and fans, all surrounded him, but Qingchuan waved his hand to let him They go down, stay away, and smoke him.

The owl is proud of the spring breeze now, it stands on Qingchuan's arm, holds its head high, and '嘤嘤嘤' directs the little demon to bring it the freshest and best snowflake beef.

The bird of the boss is so extraordinary, especially the bird of prey.

Qingchuan watched it smugly shake its legs, waist and neck, until the hair on its entire body exploded, "Are you cooling off?"

"Sir, do you have any other orders?"

"I want to eat fat beef hot pot, arrange it. ... Why, are you a little upset? Isn't this supposed to belong to the scope of hotel business?" The smile was so twisted and awkward, it really didn't look like qualified service personnel.

Qingchuan remembered how conscientious he was as a service worker, and felt that these demons were degenerate.

"No no, I'd be happy to arrange it right away."

"If you want the best beef for hot pot, you only need the meat on the back and the belly, cut into beautiful thin slices. Oh, and also some beef balls, which are made by hand, not minced. . The chopped beef **** have broken fibers and the taste is not very good.”

"Sauce for hot pot, sesame oil, oil consumption, soy sauce, vinegar, garlic, chopped green onion, coriander, peanut butter... In addition, have a glass of iced soy milk, do not add ice, the taste will be weaker Another pot of iced sour plum soup, you can add two small green oranges, all fresh."

Arrogant!

Domineering!

However.

Hot Sichuan-style hot pot, the most beautiful in the world.

There is a layer of red oil fried with vegetable oil, chili and peppercorns floating on the bottom of the pot, and below is the fragrant bone soup boiled from the buns.

Fat beef rolls, lamb rolls, corned beef, pork ribs, pork liver, beef balls, shrimp dumplings, beef louver, pork belly, fish tofu, tofu bubbles, Farmhouse bean curd, thousand pieces, mushrooms, enoki mushrooms, cabbage, lotus root slices, spinach...

Just looking at it, I feel drooling and my stomach is bulging.

"Sure enough, I'm happiest when I eat hot pot during a midnight carnival."

Qing Chuan picked up a piece of boiled fat beef roll, turned it around in his oil dish, and stuffed it directly into his mouth. The beef is tender, tasty and chewy. The spicy taste with the aroma of the sauce stimulates the tip of the tongue for a while.

"Oh, delicious!"

Besides him was a cup of soy milk, but he obviously didn't need it. The owl that came down from his arm was drinking all the time, and the fur around his mouth was wet.

Qingchuan, the devil, did not forget to give him a portion of the hot pot. The owl curiously ate a piece, and then the whole thing was fried into a round ball, and then the mouth began to breathe fire.

The saliva corroded into swampy areas.

If the eyes are lethal, Qingchuan has been sliced ​​by ghosts by now: you eat and we watch, people?

"Squeak-"

Suddenly there was a sound of opening the door on the second floor, Qingchuan looked up and saw the old white man, fully armed, wearing a helmet that he did not know where to find, in front of him a frying pan, hands He held a baseball bat inside, and he got out of it like a nervous little mouse.

Qingchuan holding chopsticks with meat on them:…

Player with baseball bat and kitchen microwave gloves:…

We may not be playing a game.

…in five minutes…

"Is this the legendary hot pot? Oh! It's delicious, but I probably can't eat too spicy. That... Mr. Tree Man? Please bring me the bottom of that clear soup pot. Oh my **** , I haven't had a serious meal for almost half a year. It's delicious! If I can go back, I must go to your country."

"Uncle, don't you have a seafood pot? Seafood pot is also delicious. Shrimp, white shrimp, octopus... all are delicious." The little boy placed sweet potato powder in his bowl and ordered vegetable.

The eldest brother of Micro Mediterranean is very caring for the children, and he doesn’t even care how to eat them, so he boils a lot of vegetables for the children, “Don’t always eat meat and staple food, you should also eat a little of vegetables, you can add vitamins . Children should not be picky eaters, picky eaters will not grow taller."

"There may not be a chance to grow taller."

"Bullshit! There will be."

"I think of the sheep scorpion hot pot cooked in a copper pot at home, which is different from Sichuan style hot pot. I used to study outside, and when I was a little homesick, I would cook hot pot in my bedroom. I'm homesick and don't know how to get back."

The curly-haired youth ate another big mouthful of beef **** in melancholy, "Oh, these beef **** are so elastic. They were beaten by hand, right? The fibers are not broken, so the taste is very good."

"This farm beancurd is also delicious, soft and smooth, and the essence of hot pot is in it. Everyone tastes it."

The players here are eating in full swing, and the demons over there are responsible for playing, singing, dancing, and serving tea and water...

Monsters: No dignity.

Played until after three o'clock, everyone dispersed, because they need enough rest for the next game. After all, it is rare to encounter a big boss with lying down to win. Although they are very excited, they all remember that the road ahead will still have to go alone.

Even the youngest child knows this truth. After being crazy, he still has to continue to survive with difficulty.

Qing Chuan found an apron from the kitchen and silently made many dishes in the back kitchen. It's all big meat dishes, braised pork, garlic ribs, stewed chicken with Tianma, old duck soup... There is a whole table.

Old Lantern came over and said, "Sir, are you still full?"

"No, for you."

The demons who played and sang suddenly became quiet and looked at Qingchuan in disbelief.

No."

"No problem, you can taste the food I made. It was specially made for you, why don't you try it?"

Everyone is surprised, but there is always the first one to eat crab, and the result...

"Oh oh oh oh!" The first one to eat crabs began to stuff things into the big mouth of the blood basin desperately.

This is a monster with only a skeleton, and it will fall out from the neck of whatever it eats. But when the food entered its mouth, it didn't leak out at all, and I didn't know where it went.

Needless to say, eat it!

The demons don't know what politeness is, they have been hungry for hundreds of years, and they miss these human fireworks so much. They swarmed directly, and the dishes on a table didn't last for two minutes before the CD-ROM.

Qingchuan met the world on the side, those monsters with mouths, don't care how strange their mouths are, anyway, there is a place to eat. Those monsters without mouths, how do they eat? It doesn't even have a mouth, is it absorbed directly through the skin?

Even the sofa demon went up to join in the fun, sucking the soup with the soft sofa cushion.

"You are here every day, dealing with boring players, and there is no entertainment, and you can't do without it, don't you feel bored?" Qingchuan asked gently.

When he was in this tone before, the demons thought that this person was a beast and a sword, and they were uneasy and kind. But now that I ate his meal, and the Stockholm attack, I thought he was a good man.

"Boring, what can I do? We can't do without here."

"Yeah, everything must be done according to the regulations. The big demons are fine as long as they are happy, who cares about us insignificant little demons? Don't joke, even before... and now it's nothing the difference."

"Sir, in fact, that frogman was not a monster on our interface at first, just because he had something to do with a big monster, he was suddenly parachuted over to be the leader. Tell me, if it wasn't for someone above, huh."

"I came here when I heard that I had to manage the hotel. To be honest, I used to be the lantern of the largest restaurant in Beijing, and I dreamed of opening a restaurant with many customers. Hotel, I thought I had a chance to realize my wish..." Lantern wiped away his tears bitterly.

"Me too, in fact, I used to be the knife used by the chef. Because I could come to show off my cooking skills, I signed up, but I didn't expect it to be false news, back and forth a customer ordering food No. No, no, yes! I've complained so many times, no matter how many times, I'll be done by tricking us."

"I also have something to say. I was the royal massage therapist of Her Royal Highness the First Princess. I heard that the massage therapist was recruited here. It's been half a year, and the essential oil in my hand is about to expire. , has anyone asked for a massage service? Yes?"

"And me!"

“Me too…”

I am dedicated to my career, but my career fails.

Too real to listen to.

"If that's the case." Qingchuan smiled like a good man, "Why don't you change your boss? Change to someone who is kinder, more respectful of your professionalism, more freedom, and never parachuted into a manager. Boss, for example..."

"Me."

He stretched out his finger and pointed at himself, "The registration now includes five insurances and one housing fund, and will party from time to time in the future, think about it?"