The ability of Qingyao demon girl to sniff food across the door makes even Li Bai's Liulixin have to be at a disadvantage.

Even the glazed heart that has insight into all things has its limitations. In any case, it cannot tell what the particles that float with the air flow actually taste.

The disheveled witch Qingyao pulled the little Hongli out of the second bedroom and was about to eat a lot, but Li Bai calculated one by one and took it into the bathroom one by one, and then put it on his clothes before he could come out.

It’s enough to have one of the devils, what’s the matter with these two female devils with disheveled hair?!

It was obviously a witch who said that it was far from afar.

Standing at the end of the corridor and watching the first dining car be pushed in, the hotel manager's heart was picked up.

Fortunately, the kitchen has always been in two shifts, and I am tired of working late. At least I can take the day shift in time, otherwise I can only find a chef everywhere in Balin Island.

Ordinary chefs are not good enough, and they cannot meet the level of high-end hotels. At that time, it was like a big shot.

What kind of place is Bahrain?

Small people and more money!

Sometimes just having money can't solve all the problems.

If the guests who booked the floor rooms were not for the daytime trip elsewhere, the hotel might have to cry outside for help.

The full-load of food trucks were sent into the luxurious guest rooms one by one like running water. Not long after, they were pushed out empty. They quickly returned to the kitchen, armed again, and returned to the "battlefield" with a look of death.

In the first round, the entire army was wiped out.

In the second round, the entire army was still wiped out.

The third round...

Fortunately, all this was expected by the hotel.

After all, before that, it took three hours to change the kitchen to prepare well in advance.

Those who have won the temple before the battle have to be counted more; those who have not won the temple before the battle have to be counted less. Those who have won the temple after the battle have to be counted less. What about more, is there no calculation?

In the sudden encounter last night, Chef Mark, who persisted until the last moment, was not a war.

Who would have thought that in this small island of Bahrain, he would encounter a mortal enemy of the French catering industry. Even if it was not Chef Mark, no matter which French chef would choose to fight to the end.

In the final analysis, if you want to feed these two witches, it costs more than just the ingredients, but also the chef, especially the French chef.

Just like a train, teams of dining carts are constantly in and out of the door of the luxury suite. All the service staff responsible for delivering food have been mentally prepared, and have cooperated with each other to practice many times before, and are very prepared. At this moment, they are as orderly and stable as mechanical assembly lines.

At this time, the professional qualities of the top hotels were finally shown without reservation, with precision, accuracy, silence and high efficiency. Everyone stood where they should be, without any unnecessary sounds throughout the process.

The hotel manager hiding in the corner supervising the whole process clenched his fists and muttered something.

"That's it, that's it. You must be right at the right position, follow up in time, retreat in time, be quick, accurate, stabilize, stabilize, and go up again..."

People who don’t know think that the hotel manager teams up to swipe the boss in the SSS-level dungeon.

In fact... it's almost the same!

The doors of the rooms in the corridor were opened one after another. Everyone in the "Saints Association" who lived inside looked at the dining carts lined up in the corridor with strange looks, and was entering one of the rooms without hesitation.

What's going to do if this is unique?!

Is there a saint boss in that room?

-

An hour later, the dining car that was waiting at the door did not go in, but began to return backwards.

The hotel manager was stunned, but he quickly got the news that the guests did not need it.

Oh-YES!

The hotel manager clenched his fists tightly. Finally, he passed this level, and it was not in vain that he had prepared carefully for so long.

In fact, if it weren't for the Saints' pick-up bus, Qingyao and Hong Li wouldn't have let the chefs go so easily.

So from beginning to end, the hotel feels too good at feeling self-righteous.

-

The "Saints Association" booked twenty buses and five luxury bulletproof minibuses, and waited early in the parking lot outside the hotel gate.

After all the members had used up the hearty breakfast, they lined up to the gate one by one and started to get on.

The saints who arrived on Bahrain Island, except for the "toxic" saint Jaharal Choudhury, did not come, the other seven have appeared. They were divided into three distinct factions and boarded three luxury bulletproof minibuses.

The other two minibuses were given to VIPs who had close contact with the "Saints Association". To be precise, they should be related households.

After all, the "Saints Association" is not a self-reliant family. It has competitors, enemies, and naturally friends.

Li Bai and two witches were about to board one of the buses, but they were taken to a luxury bulletproof minibus.

The scene of one person and two demons entering the minibus naturally fell into the sight of many members of the "Saints Association", and there were a lot of speculation and thoughts.

Hercules Enzo Camillo, who was sitting in the luxurious bulletproof minibus, said with a little apology: "Hehe, sorry, Li Bai, I have to let you make some gestures."

Li Bai, who knew that he had been used as a gun, said angrily: "You should notify me in advance so that I can be mentally prepared!"

He was not willing to intervene in the high-level members of the "Saints Association". Members like himself, even senior members, are just cannon fodder, and are not worth it at all.

"I thought you had already thought about it."

Hercules began to act intermittently again. He felt that he sent his confidant to send Li Bai a lot of internal secrets of the "Saints Association" last night. Through these hidden information, he should have made a choice long ago.

He is cheap and acts good-looking, but it is not something that "Hercules" has more muscle than his brain.

Now, the news that Li Bai got into the Hercules car probably had reached the ears of the other two people, and was even witnessed by himself. So it was meaningless to talk about other things at this moment. He no longer thought about anything else and said simply: "I hope your price is enough!"

Since it is no longer helpful, it is better to seek some benefits and end it with benefits.

"Of course it's natural, Li Bai, I'll introduce it to you."

Hercules turned his gaze and gestured to the other seats in the car, pointing to one of the men wearing a white feathered hat and smiling, and said, "This is a saint of music, Hammern Smith."

The other party took out a piccolo from his sleeve, played a light short sound, and said, "Hello, sir, I'm glad to see you, and two cute ladies, do you want to listen to my flute? Along the way, I promise you won't feel lonely."

As he said that, he blew another melodious sound of flute.

“?…”

"Uh! Hammern, you can wait a little while, okay?"

Hercules quickly stopped the flute player who tried to show off his art. Don’t look at the occasion when you flirt with girls. If you run away and finally win over allies, you may have to lose your efforts.

The Qingyao Demon Girl and Hong Li looked at each other. Can music be eaten?

The answer is obviously no!

"Hello, the big devil of Piccolo!"

Thanks to the very detailed secrets given by Hercules, Li Bai has read detailed information about the "music" saint Hammern Smith.

Ahhh! Human traffickers!

In German folk fairy tales, the flute players in Hamlin Town are not a good way to do things. They specialize in abducting children with the sound of the flute, and they will be beaten to death!

The saint "Power" quickly continued his introduction and pointed to another seat.

It was a young woman who was focusing on typing on the keyboard of the laptop and said, "This is the saint of the 'Shirt Spirit', Sophia Green. Have you ever heard of "Grimm's Fairy Tales"? This lady Sophia, a descendant of one of the Grimm brothers, inherited the talents of her ancestors. She is also a very famous writer."

“…”

The "Speaker" Saint Sophia Green didn't raise his head, and he kept knocking his hands.

Nowadays, technology keeps pace with the times. Even the ability of "Shi Ling" is no longer handwriting, and directly typing it on the computer. It has 2,000 letters per minute, and I will ask if you are afraid.

"May I ask, Ms. Sofia, can you write about the Internet? I have a friend, who is also a writer, who specializes in the Internet."

Li Bai stretched out his hand in a friendly manner.

“…”

Sophia Green still ignored him.

"Forget it, let Ms. Green immerse herself in her literary world, and don't bother her!"

Hercules did not intend to let Li Bai provoke this female saint who held the authority of the "Speaking Spirit".

Sometimes, a pen holder is more terrifying than a gun holder.

"Sorry, I'm disturbing!"

Li Bai remembered Hercules' warning last night.

Be careful of the "Shi Yan Spirit"!

It is obvious that this female writer is not as easy to talk to as others, so maybe she is still a scrupulous person.

"Are you Chinese?"

The stormy keyboard sound came to an abrupt end, and Sophia Green raised his head and looked at Li Bai.

“Yes, yes!”

Li Bai was stunned. He was still targeted. He turned his head and looked at Hercules.

The latter shrugged his shoulders, blame me?!

Who would have thought that this "Yan Ling" would suddenly notice Li Bai. Shouldn't someone else ignore him?

"How should I write the theme of red G*M* and time travel, and it must be able to be officially published?"

The descendants of the Grimm brothers suddenly threw out a proposition.

Red Travel, do you still want to publish?

It’s good if it’s not 404, publishing? Dream about you!

"The Dream of Haiyan - Remembering the "Yuzi Three Events"?"

Li Bai had an idea and tentatively wrote down a title for a work, which Lao Wang had recommended before.

Not only is the red time travel, but also stands as villains, arrests G*M* patriots, and commits suicide in various ways, published by Hongqi Publishing House.
Chapter completed!