My protagonist attributes have been discovered

Tomb-sweeping Day is also known as Outing Qing Festival, Xingqing Festival, March Festival, and Ancestor Worship Festival. The festival is at the turn of mid-spring and late spring.In the ordinary human world, because people will choose spring outing activities such as sacrifices, outings, and kite flying during this legal holiday, the atmosphere is leisurely and loose; It is one of the most lively and fulfilling festivals of the year for gods, demons, and cultivators whose household registration is in the underworld but has not been reincarnated.

On the one hand, for most workers in the three realms who do not have a hard and fast rule that they must go to work on this day, they can choose to move one day of their ten-day vacation a year to this festival or simply ask for leave to go on an outing like ordinary humans; on the other hand, For a small number of public officials with rigid regulations, ordinary workers who cannot afford leave, or workers who eat solar term meals, they must maintain it as much as possible within the scope of their work or territory during this mixed festival. Take care of the law and order around you. If you are really too busy, you can also ask for foreign aid.

Although he expressed deep sympathy for the "language-impaired minor" Taotie who stayed up late last night to make green group eggs, but Song Yangle looked at the pile of boiled eggs and the pile of raw eggs lined up on the table in front of him. There were more than a dozen plates of paint and a row of carving knives. After a moment of silence, he looked at sister Tu who had already started to draw an arc on an egg at the other table: "When will our foreign aid arrive?"

Sister Tu carefully drew a smiling face on the egg without raising her head: "Wake up, the foreign aid is also responsible for patrolling when it arrives, and it has nothing to do with us."

After a pause, he turned to Boss Ying who was sitting across from him and moved the carving knife for a while: "Is this really not considered overtime?"

The carving knife in Boss Ying's hand stopped in the air, raised his head, raised his eyelids, his standard face was expressionless, and his thin lips said: "It doesn't count."

Seeing that he was still standing, his star-like eyes moved, and he cast his eyes |sexually|attractively on his ceramic cup, and his lips parted again: "Take a glass of water here."

"By the way, thank you for picking up a cup for me." Sister Tu, who was painting beautifully, didn't look up, and pushed her oversized water glass over with her elbow.

"..." So why on earth did I answer "Yes" when asked "Can I draw?"

Song Yangle silently took two water glasses to pick up a glass of water and came back. He learned the lesson just now and sat upright. The lazy boss who wanted to move his head lowered the light shadow cast by his long eyelashes on his tall nose, and he realized deeply:

——Beauty|color|misleading the country, the ancients never deceive me.

However, in many cases, enlightenment does not mean awakening.

After he pretended to stretch his shoulders and neck in the middle of painting eggs for the eighth time and inadvertently raised his head to look at a certain dragon opposite, Sister Tu silently used magic to change her table to the diagonal position farthest from theirs. Song Yangle could clearly see that on the egg she had just painted on the top of the table, the upward arc representing the smile was slightly distorted, and it looked inexplicably hideous. , that ferocious egg exudes a lonely light in a trance.

"..." Song Yangle, whose ears were a little itchy, lowered his head, looked at the miniature cartoon little white dragon with blank eyes on the raw egg, and paused with the paintbrush in his hand.

Coincidentally, he put the egg-carving knife aside, and Boss Ying, who drank lazily, held the cup, saw his pause, and said lazily in a low voice: "Why are you in a daze? The sale will officially start at eleven o'clock. , draw quickly."

"..."

Song Yangle painted two black and shiny dots on the face of the little white dragon expressionlessly, and the cartoon-style little dragon instantly transformed into an evil villain who needs to be defeated. With a turn of his palm, he drew an image of an egg and was rushing towards him Before he could pick up a new raw egg, he heard another word without emotion from the other side:

"ugly."

The washed paintbrush was dipped in bright red paint. Song Yangle was very calm, and the three words "wage increase" were fixed on the egg, facing each other, and placed on the top of the painted egg pile.

"..."

The world is quiet.

In the three non-human worlds, the custom of egg painting and carving during the Qingming Festival is different from being gradually forgotten in the human world. Due to the long life of many creatures, this special custom in traditional festivals is extremely well preserved.Therefore, on the day of Qingming, for monster restaurants like Shanhai Hotel, the two most important sources of income come from the sale of youth groups and the price difference between painted eggs and carved eggs.

Especially the Shanhai Hotel. For the whole year, this hotel, which is very mysterious to ordinary monsters and practitioners, only allows monsters to enter and leave without restriction on the three days of New Year's Day, Qingming Festival and New Year's Eve-of course, in During these three days, Shanhai Restaurant only sold ordinary traditional food, which did not contain much spiritual energy.

If this is the case, it can't stop the curiosity of many little monsters about this famous restaurant. The ugly bastards who don't even bother to look at the official windows of other monster restaurants are on the tables randomly placed at the entrance of Shanhai Hotel , it has become a high-priced rare item that everyone can't grab.

Seeing that this pot of raw eggs, which can be bought for [-] cents in the last supermarket, was happily bought by a plump lady in a floral shirt for a huge sum of [-] yuan, Song Yangle looked at the empty pot. At the bottom of the pelvis, he looked at the lazy boss who was sitting behind the counter in the store with his eyes closed and meditating, and turned to Sister Tu: "Will his conscience really not hurt?"

Sister Tu put the empty basin into his arms, looked at this innocent human cub kindly, and said softly, "Imagine, if you can earn 99 yuan for an egg..."

Song Yangle took the basin silently, and went into the store to add eggs:

——If you want a conscience, just do it.