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"To the east is the famous Yangshulin Mimic Training Ground in this area. Most of the guests in this hotel are soul masters practicing there. It's good to come back every ten and a half months. Your work won't be very hard."

"Although I'm not sure, you should always try whether the Mimicry Training Field will be helpful to your practice."

"You are now at level fourteen. I can feel that your soul power will increase every time you dream, but this is not a long-term solution. You cannot become a master by practicing without self-control."

"At least we have to wait until you have your second soul ring before we leave."

With a sanctimonious expression, Shen Shen patted her on the shoulder and disappeared. According to what he said, he was going to the training ground to explore the way.

Damn your exploration, it’s all a routine.

It only takes two or three months to explore!

Yes, she has been working in this hotel for two months and eleven days, during which time she has only seen five guests on the third floor.

Sure enough, it was exactly what Lao Shen said, they were all soul masters practicing in the woods. They came back occasionally just to take a normal bath, sleep, eat a meal, and replenish some daily necessities.

Such guests basically stay one night and leave the next day, but the room is still reserved.

This shows that the soul master is really rich.

Shi Hai was humming a song while mopping the floor of the corridor on the third floor. The name Yang Shulin reminded her of a certain cosmetics brand in that world.

She also wants to buy high-end cosmetics and dress up as a sexy bitch to catch Kaizi.

But we need to face three problems. First, we have no money; second, we don’t know if there are cosmetics from that world in this world; and third, who should we catch?

She'd better mop the floor first.

The third floor is a good place.

There are a total of thirty rooms, twenty-seven luxury suites, and three double-storey villa suites, but only fifteen have been sold, and only one villa suite is particularly difficult to clean.

Having money is good.

Thinking of the villa suite, which was extremely luxurious compared to ordinary rooms, Shi Hai longed for it. When she got rich, she would live in a big house like that, with a dedicated cleaning girl.

Thinking of the happy place, Shi Hai simply squatted on the ground, grabbed the rag and laughed silly.

"Re-do it, it tastes terrible!"

A sharp shout interrupted her fantasy. Shi Hai watched blankly as the door diagonally opposite was violently opened. First, a person was thrown out, and then four plates of food were thrown out. Then the door was closed again with a bang.

The porcelain plate was shattered on the floor, and the vegetable juices inside were everywhere. It was a mess.

Isn't that a newly opened luxury suite? The person who was thrown out seemed to be someone from the kitchen on the first floor.

Shi Hai looked at the neatly closed door, walked over in a few steps, and helped the poor waiter wipe the vegetable soup that splashed on his face. He couldn't help but ask, "What's going on? The food is not harmonious." What’s the guest’s appetite?”

"Well..." The young waiter's eyes were slightly red and he replied in a low voice, "The chef has been ill and returned to town these days. I cooked the rice, and the guests didn't like it..."

"That's not so unreasonable, right?" Shi Hai couldn't bear to see the people in his hotel being bullied. He frowned and stood up, ready to go in and argue with the people inside. If it doesn't taste good, why can't he talk about it properly? Why did he start to fight? Well, even a soul master can't be so rude and unreasonable! Do they know how hard it is to mop the floor when they stain it so casually? How can they repair it?

But as soon as she took a step, her clothes were grabbed. The young man shook his head at her, "No, Sister Shi Hai, forget it..."

The supreme rule of this store is to always smile to customers no matter what happens. This is the cultivation of a person as a waiter.

Shi Hai pursed his lips, took a deep breath to suppress his heroic heart, and silently knelt down to pick up the broken pieces of the plate on the floor. Hold it in, Shi Hai, you have to hold it back, there is a soul master inside who you can't beat.

The young waiter cleaned up the mess on the floor with her. Shi Hai saw that there were still root vegetables on the broken pieces of the plate, so he secretly stuffed them into his mouth and tasted...

She seemed to hear someone singing Hallelujah?

...Brother, are you really not an undercover agent sent by the enemy hotel? With this smell, it would not be an injustice to say that you want to poison your customers.

Shi Hai resisted the desire to spit out the deadly plant in his mouth. After cleaning the floor again, the two of them went down to the kitchen on the first floor.

"Make another one for that guest, I'll help you." Shi Hai rolled up his sleeves, waved the frying spoon, and smiled at the young man.

"Thank you, Sister Shi Hai." The young man bowed lightly, "The standard lunch for a luxury suite is four dishes, two meat and two vegetarian. Please help me wash some vegetables."

"You can't trust me. My sister is very good at cooking. If that guy dares to smash my plate, I'll slap him with tomato scrambled eggs!"

"God, Chao Cai?"

The young man looked at Shi Hai in bewilderment as he washed, chopped, and stir-fried vegetables. At the same time, he was operating two woks and a soup casserole. After a while, three side dishes were out of the pot and plated.

"Dang dang dang, garlic broccoli, green bamboo shoots, shredded potatoes, and stir-fried pork with Chaotian pepper."

Shi Hai looked at the three freshly baked dishes and was very satisfied with his craftsmanship.

Give her the power to do it, just put your hands on your waist for a while.

"So, what's in that pot?"

The young man pointed to the casserole that was burning on a low fire not far away. The chef used to use that pot to make soup. Why did he seem to have cooked vegetables today?

"Winter melon and pork ribs, stew for a while longer. Let's stir-fry the rice before it's cold."

Shi Hai directed the young people to beat eggs, add seasonings and accessories, and add rice step by step, and completed the last day, the famous dish of the day, egg fried rice.

It seems she may have been a cook at one time.

It's a pity that after such a long life of washing dishes, she doesn't like the kitchen at all. Otherwise, maybe one day the painter Shi Ahai can change his job and become the chef Shi Ahai.

Suddenly remembering the love bento made by the chef at the seafood stall, Shi Hai trembled, quickly took out the ribs, took the dinner plate and ran out of the kitchen.

Young man, Shi Ahai’s dream of being a chef is left to you. Please continue to work hard.

Shi Hai, who was strong and strong, ran up to the third floor in a few steps. He held the dinner plate steadily in his hand, and not a drop of winter melon and pork ribs was spilled.

Very good, it seems that you will have a place in the martial arts world, Shi Ahai.

Standing upright in front of the violent guest's apartment door, Shi Hai took a deep breath and knocked on the door with one hand.

"Hello, your lunch has been prepared again. Can you send it in?"

"Come in."

It's a male voice that's just right, neither high nor low.

Don't be nervous. Don't be nervous.

She turned the handle and opened the door. The sunlight, which was much brighter than the corridor, made her dizzy. There was a man with long hair sitting on the sofa.

Hey, evildoer, take your life!

She walked to the dining room shivering, put down the plate, and set out the tableware and cutlery.

The setting of this world is very strange, with many Eastern and Western elements mixed together. There are chopsticks but no decent Eastern food, and there are knives and forks but no authentic Western food.

Food was probably ignored by the original author, so the world created by it could only rely on its own efforts in this regard, and developed into the nondescript meals that Shi Hai eats every day.

Moreover, the people here seem to have a particularly low sense of food. No matter how strange the food is, or they have never seen it before, they will not have much reaction.

Maybe it's because she has seen too little.

After everything was ready, Shi Hai stood aside silently, watching the guest walk over slowly and looking at the several plates placed on the dining table with a critical eye.

"Did you do it this time?" the man asked.

Shi Hai bowed politely, "Yes, the hotel's chef is ill, so we can only take his place in charge of the guests' meals. We apologize if the taste is not exquisite enough."

"I felt your breath on the third floor."

嗳？

Are all today's soul masters so cheating?

"Yes, I'm a waiter on this floor."

"Hmph, it's another dish cooked by a servant."

The man did not sit down, but stood and picked up a piece of garlic broccoli with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth, as if he would throw his chopsticks away immediately if there was any problem.

The broccoli is first stir-fried in boiling water and then immersed in ice water to cool, perfectly maintaining its original crisp taste. Minced garlic is stir-fried with minced garlic, pepper, sesame oil, dried chili peppers, soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, salt and MSG. The garlic flavor is not strong, but it is more delicious. Add the minced garlic into the broccoli and stir-fry over high heat for three minutes. Take it out of the pan and put it on the plate. The broccoli is translucent green, the minced garlic is red and white, the aroma is overflowing, and your appetite is whetted.

The above paragraph is purely Shi Hai's inner monologue.

But the violent guest did sit down, and the second chopstick still contained broccoli.

Then there are green bamboo shoots, shredded pork, and pork ribs.

If this was a gourmet show, she would probably have defeated her opponent by now.

Emmm...

Seeing that the guests had no objections, Shi Hai withdrew and continued wiping the unfinished corridor. After a while, she estimated that the guests had finished eating before collecting their plates.

After mopping the floor, Shi Hai saw that it was almost time, washed his hands and knocked on the guest's door again.

click.

This time the door opened by itself. Shi Hai looked at the collarbone and the dinner plate that was handed to him. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing and quickly accepted it. He half-bowed and thanked him. He was not embarrassed to look up from the beginning to the end. Look at that man's face.

Soul masters are all so tall.

She really can't resist old men.

This was a brief interlude. Shi Hai never saw the man again after that day, and when he went to clean his room, he only saw a few white robes hanging in the closet.

The room is still there, it seems that he went into the woods to practice.

It's a pity that hotels in this world don't have a real-name registration system. I kind of want to know his name.

"I miss you." Lao Shen, who had just been back for two days, was keenly aware of her longing.

Shi Hai was speechless, "Not really, who doesn't like weird looks."

"Gah, go to sleep, I will wake you up later."

Old Shen, who was sitting cross-legged next to her, said this. Shi Hai turned over and sat on the quilt, looking at the moon hanging high outside the window, feeling a little sleepless for a while.

Lao Shen said that he would take her into the woods to try to practice in the early morning and let her sleep for a while to maintain her energy.

Practice...

It sounds like a lot of hard work.