National player: I'm in the sky from nine to five.

Ghost Inn.

As the storm looms, a new group of players has been recruited.

"Senior, why are we going to the back kitchen of the inn?"

"Isn't our mission to deliver food? Could it be that the takeaway should we go to the back kitchen to get it in person? The

cute new player followed behind a yellow-haired player and couldn't help but ask.

Other rookie players are naturally curious as well.

"Food delivery? It's impossible to deliver food in this life! At most, you can only help in the back kitchen!

"Also, listen to my brother's advice, the water is too deep in the delivery industry, you can't grasp it!"

The yellow-haired old player looked melancholy.

And he is one of those players who were caught by the pig-headed demon to help in the back kitchen!

As for the reason, it is naturally because the number of takeaways they send is much less than that of a certain monster!

In accordance with the principle of waste recycling.

They were sent to the back kitchen where manpower is most needed at present!

"What's wrong with that? Isn't that the amount of 20 tasks a day?

"Even though there may be some dangers on the road, we are confident that we can use our talents to complete the task on time and in quantity!"

Moe new players still don't understand.

"You think it's okay to send twenty orders to complete the task!"

"But the problem is that you deliver too little takeaway compared to some people!"

The yellow-haired player shook his head.

"Too little? Then I will strive to send thirty orders a day! Thirty orders don't work, I'll try forty, fifty!

"Those players can send so much, then there is no reason for us to be much worse than them!"

New players are full of confidence.

Obviously the kind of young man who has not been beaten by reality in the ivory tower!

Whoops

- the yellow-haired old player couldn't help but laugh.

He used to be so naïve, until he was beaten with strength by a man known as the King of Scrolls....

"Fifty orders? It's not me hitting you guys! This amount may not even be comparable to a fraction of others!

"Forget it, you guys just open the takeaway list and look at the number of food deliveries completed by the first place!"

Fifty orders are not comparable to a fraction of people's money?

So how much does the other party have to send a day? Hundreds of orders?

Also, why should they go to see the number of takeaway deliveries on the first list?

Many curious new players can't wait to open the list.

Then they were shocked!

Because the number of list one has reached more than 50,000!

"This big guy is so powerful! A total of more than 50,000 orders were sent! "

Directly throw the second place until the taillights are out of sight!"

"It must have taken a long time to complete! But our goal is not to be number one! A

new player exclaimed.

"So what if I tell you that this guy hasn't been in class for a day and a half until today?"

"And he's still the 9-to-5 commuting type!"

The yellow-haired old player suddenly said faintly.

This directly silenced all the new players.

They looked at each other and looked like they had seen a ghost.

A day and a half of work?

Or the 9-to-5 kind?

As a result, the task volume of 50,000 orders was completed?!

This must be some kind of takeaway god reincarnated into their human player!

"Now you know why I said the water in the food delivery business is very deep, right?"

"You guys better honestly follow me to the back kitchen to work!"

The yellow-haired old player patted a cute new player on the shoulder, and then looked at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle of sadness.

It's like reminiscing about the days when he was a delivery boy delivering food in those years!

"What are you still doing here? Don't you know that the back kitchen is very short of people now? Give me a little bit to help!

At this time, the pig-headed demon who was about to go to the back kitchen happened to meet all the players, and urged with a calm face.

"But our task shouldn't be to deliver food..."

asked a new player weakly.

"Oh, that mission, I should have forgotten to change it when recruiting you!"

"Your actual task is to go to the back kitchen to work, and occasionally let you go to the part-time delivery when needed!"

The pig-headed demon waved his hand nonchalantly.

New players: "..."Okay

!

It seems that they still don't have the life of delivering food after all!

Even if there is, they don't dare to send it!

Because they vaguely saw that there was a king of scrolls waiting for them in front of them!

Roll or something, the most terrible!

......

The other side.

The old butler's expression was a little ugly.

And in front of him surrounded a group of chefs in the back of the inn.

"I've been busy for almost seven days, that's the answer you gave me?"

"Can't even make a table that guests request? Have you chefs been too comfortable all these years?! These

words give people a sense of threat.

Seeing the old butler who erupted with a terrifying aura around him, the chefs trembled with fear.

"This... It's not that we don't work hard!

"On the contrary, we have been sleepless all these days, and our hair is about to fall out!"

"But it still can't meet the requirements of that honorable guest!"

"After all, it is too difficult to name and reproduce those lost ancestral dishes!"

The head chef with a half-cut kitchen knife on his head laughed bitterly.

Other innkeeper chefs chimed in.

I don't blame them for cooking too much, it's really that the problem they face is too tricky!

It's tricky enough to be a bit overwhelming!

"Well..."

the old butler was also lost in thought.

It is already a very remarkable thing that the Ghost Worries Inn has survived for 10,000 years!

There have been difficulties, large and small.

And the original ancestral recipes do have the problem of loss and loss.

If you really want to reproduce the ancestral famous dishes 100% and originally, it is indeed a bit difficult for people to be strong!

"What do the guests say? Can you change it to the popular dishes in our inn? The

old butler frowned.

This question is really tricky!

"This doesn't seem to work... We have already passed the ditch with the guest, but the other party is still not willing to change!

"The most important thing is that he is still a ghost king, and our inn does not dare to provoke him easily!"

The head chef smiled bitterly.

"Try to do it!"

"If it really can't be done, then we can only sincerely apologize to the other party!"

In desperation, the sad-faced old butler could only come up with this idea.

The existence of the ghost king level may not have many in the entire horror world!

But I never expected that their inn would be so 'lucky' to meet one!

Now he can only pray that if he does not finish the dishes as required by then, the other party will not pour out his anger on their ghost inn!

......