After Sai Diao Chan also returned to the inn, Shang Biao appeared from the dark and walked into the inn again.

Sai Diaochan even considered himself unlucky and did not think about taking back the meal money from those diners who ate the king's meal. If the waiter dared to collect so much money from the ghost, he would definitely not go back. This was an opportunity for Shang Biao to enter the inn.

"Master, is that one? Please, what should I eat?"

When the waiter, who was originally chatting at the counter, saw a guest coming to the door, he quickly greeted him.

"Brother, I want to go to our inn to find a job, but I don't know which manager to find."

Shang Biao took out a gold ingot and stuffed it into the other party's hands. It's not unreasonable that money can make the devil push the mill.

After putting on this painting, he was not afraid of being exposed when he contacted the ghost again.

The reason why the ghost of the painting skin discovered that he was a stranger was that after touching him, he felt the temperature of the human body. However, the defect of the paint skin without body temperature when used in the living world makes up for the biggest defect of his disguise here.

Paotang originally heard that he was not having a meal, but his somewhat cold attitude became enthusiastic immediately after receiving the ingot.

"Brother, you came so well. The shopkeeper just said he would hire another person to run away. Come with me and meet Mr. Qian first. If he is satisfied with you, he can stay."

"Brother, can you help me think of a solution so that Qian Lao thinks it is the most suitable for me."

Shang Biao handed over two more ingots in his hand, and money was open to the best of his luck.

"This is not bad, it depends on whether you give up. Give all the money you have on you to give up, and you will say that you are a new ghost who has just died and knows that it is dangerous outside and wants to find a support.

Brother, to be honest, if you miss this opportunity, you can't even get in even if you have money.

Although our inn is not paid much, three meals a day are enough to ensure that our souls do not dissipate. After spending life, we will be reincarnated. This is what many ghosts dream of."

"I'm going to tell you that this is exactly what I think. Although the money is good, it's time to use it up, so I want to find an job for Ansheng."

"What I said is, brother, I thought so at the beginning, and I gave up all my wealth and changed to this job. As a result, I am living a good life now. My little ghost and I have long been lost, and none of them can be reborn."

While talking, the paotang led the way and took Shang Biao to the inn's kitchen.

An old ghost with a big belly was scolding several chefs in aprons.

This old ghost only has the upper body, and the bottom extends into a golden treasure chest like the Aladdin lamp spirit.

"Cash Guard Ghost"

Shang Biao revealed the original form of this old ghost in his heart. He didn't expect that there was a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in the Yin-Yang Inn, and there was such a strange ghost.

After the old ghost finished coaching the chef, he walked up to call Mr. Qian with a flattering smile.

"Xiao Ba, why are you not greeting the guests in front of you?!"

The old ghost asked without a sound of anger.

"Old Qian, didn't the shopkeeper just say that he wanted to recruit another one? I happened to know a newcomer who had just died not long ago. See if he was suitable."

The waiter pointed at Shang Biao, and after that, he withdrew sensibly, not daring to witness the next py transaction.

"Boy, our inn does all the work of welcoming and sending you off. Can you bear the grievance?"

"Yes, yes, you can keep me for a few days first. If you perform poorly, I will leave myself without you saying anything."

Shang Biao took out a handful of ingots and stuffed them all to the money ghoul.

"Well, you are quite sensible. Stay there in the kitchen to help you, and then talk about it for a few days. Seventeen, leave the work to this kid to learn. When he knows, you go to the front to run the hall."

Shang Biao's ingot was swallowed into his stomach by the Qiangui ghost. He said something to a ghost not far away with satisfaction, and then left Shang Biao and left the kitchen.

"Thank you, Mr. Qian, I will teach him well."

The ghost who was called by Qiangui ghost was also a big-headed ghost with a thicker head than his body. I don’t know how the old ghost chose, so I wouldn’t be afraid of tripping if I run away like this.

"Boy, from now on, you will be called 18. This is the rule of our store. Come with me, your task is to wash dishes. After washing dishes, find work by yourself. Remember not to be idle. Our shopkeepers hate idlers the most."

The big-headed ghost took Shang Biao to a pile of dishes, and after that, he demonstrated how to wash dishes in the underworld.

The dish covered with soup was wiped with a black rag and it became as clean as new. The water in the underworld is a precious resource and will definitely not be used to wash dishes. The rag is obviously a simple decontamination tool.

After Shang Biao got it, the big ghost was supervising the worker next to him. His huge head looked at the kitchen door. Seeing that there were more diners, he told Shang Biao to run out and start his first trip to the ghost.

After a while, the kitchen turned into a lively look, and Shang Biao silently wiped the bowl and observed the situation.

The convenient conditions of the kitchen make it easier for him to inquire about the situation of Huangliang Rice.

Shang Biao observed for a while and found that the food of the first-floor diners were prepared in advance and put into the tray with storage function.

Only the dishes ordered on the second floor are made freshly and are delivered by a few beautiful female ghosts.

This discovery made him feel a little regretful. He would have known to use a woman's skin, but it would be too late to say this now, so he could only find another opportunity.

When the bowls in front of Shang Biao were cleared, the inn was at its busiest time, and the various dishes prepared in advance were out of stock, and all the inns in the kitchen were busy.

"Master Su, leave this firework to me!"

Shang Biao approached the bronze tripod in the center of the kitchen and said to the thin ghost on the edge of the tripod.

According to his observation, the cooked rice in this cauldron is yellow rice.

"Oh, it turns out that it's you, the new little devil. Silently count nine numbers and add a piece of Yin wood. Remember not to be too different, otherwise I will throw you into the five-food cauldron and cook it if I ruin the pot of yellow rice."

Seeing that Shang Biao had no problem doing it for a while, the chef named Su was busy doing other things.

"Old Su, have the yellow rice bean rice ready? Several distinguished guests are waiting, especially Meng Po's side, and the other dishes are ready, so you are short of your yellow rice."

Qiangui Gui was holding a food box and waiting by the bronze tripod, urging anxiously.

"Wait a little longer, my yellow rice won't be able to reach the temperature."

When Shang Biao threw ten Yin woods in, the lid on the tripod was lifted.

Huang Cancan's rice porridge rolled in the cauldron, and the biting coldness hit Shang Biao, making him tremble. Fortunately, the two old ghosts did not notice his abnormality.

After a few spoons of Su Laogui went down, the yellow rice in the cauldron was cleared.

Two ice-cracked porcelain bowls filled with thick rice porridge were put into the food box. Qiangui ghost looked around and found that all the ghosts were busy with their work.

Finally, his eyes were on Shang Biao, and hesitated for a moment before speaking:
Chapter completed!