"Alright, finish your food a some sleep."

  After a long day, Qin Nuo wao colpse onto the bed, but going two days without a shower left him feeling unbearably filthy and itchy.

  Better take a shower.

  Qin Nuo thought to himself, not that he was sloppy.

  It was just that stripping down pletely while sh made him feel insecure.

  Entering the bathroom, Qin Nuo suddenly noticed the faucet was dry, and the floor drain was clogged with a tangled mess of hair.

  Gng at Liu Jiaqi by the door, Qin Nuo said, "You're shedding quite a bit, aren't you?"

  "No... it's not my hair," Liu Jiaqi replied, her face pale.

  Qin Nuo's expression darkened, "Anhost got in?"

  The faucet sputtered like it was choking, then spewed out a disgusting pool of bck blood.

  And some unknown rotten flesh!

  Even Qin Nuo couldn't hahis se.

  Liu Jiaqi said, "It was fine when I showered yesterday."

  Bang, bang, bang.

  The door suddenly knocked.

  Qin Nuo gestured for Liu Jiaqi to be quiet, then grabbed the Bone-Crushing Hammer ao open the door.

  Outside stood a woman in white, her hair reag her waist and c her face, resembling Sadako.

  "3697?"

  A cold, emotionless voice came from behind the hair.

  "It's me, what's up?" Although he sensed no malice, Qin Nuo still gripped the Bone-Crushing Hammer tightly.

  The woman in white handed Qin Nuo a box.

  Opening it, he found living supplies inside.

  "I've fixed the water problem," the woman in white said.

  Qin Nuo realized that the tangled hair ihroom was hers. What was this female ghost's role?

  Dorm manager?

  A kied young dy?

  Qin Nuo looked at the woman in white with curiosity.

  The woman in white didn't speak, instead gng at the badge on Qin Nuo's chest.

  Qin Nuhly uood.

  An excellent employee reward, ordered by Pinocchio.

  "Don't open the door at night."

  With that, the woman in white left.

  "Qin Nuo, what does she... do?" Liu Jiaqi asked quietly from the bathroom.

  "Bringing warmth," Qin Nuo replied, handing the box to Liu Jiaqi. He then took out a towel and shampoo, pulled her out, and started scrubbing her ihroom.

  The faucet soouro normal. After two days in the spirit world, Qin Nuo finally enjoyed a fortable shower.

  "Facial ser, face mask, body wash, and bath towel! Oh my gosh!!"

  After Qin Nuo finished sh, Liu Jiaqi was still rummaging through the box, thrilled as if she had found a treasure.

  In this enviro, these items were ireasures for a liness-loving girl, more important than life-saving food.

  "You take your time, I'm going to sleep."

  "Remember, don't open the door randomly again. I don't want to be groped by a mysterious hand in the middle of the night!"

  With that, Qin Nuo fell asleep.

  Liu Jiaqi nodded sheepishly, then grabbed some bath products and dashed into the bathroom.

  The night passed without i.

  The day, Qin Nuo and Liu Jiaqi arrived at the restaurant early.

  Pinocchio sat on the puppet stand, waiting for them.

  "Today, employee 3699's position remains as a server, with a task of delivering 7 orders to meet the standard."

  "Employee 3697, today's position is an intern chef. You must personally cook two dishes requested by the guests and achieve at least an average rating to plete the task!"

  Chef?

  Qin Nuo was taken aback.

  Liu Jiaqi's eyes widened.

  Qin Nuo's expression turned grim. Was this targeting him?

  Just yesterday, they gave him an excellent employee badge!

  The mortality rate for chefs was undoubtedly higher than for servers. Suddenly asking Qin Nuo to cook two dishes, both without ive reviews, was more than just pressure—it was bullying!

  Pinocchio didn't care what Qin Nuo thought, simply saying, "The reward is substantial!"

  With that, he left.

  "Qin Nuo," Liu Jiaqi looked at Qin Nuo with .

  Qin Nuo remained calm, "It's just cooking, I'm quite good at it."

  "Don't worry about me, focus on your own task."

  After Liu Jiaqi left, Qin Nuo followed the instrus to the ste room and ged from his employee uniform into a chef's outfit.

  It fit quite well, though it was as dirty as ever.

  "You have been assigo Table 2. Please proceed to Table 2 and prepare the dishes as requested by the guest!"

  Without much thought, Qin Nuo got up ahe room.

  When he reached the restaurant and saw the guest at Table 2, Qin Nuo's fastantly fell.

  At Table 2, a little girl in a rose-patterned dress was sug on a lollipop, swinging her ce-socked legs in boredom.

  Wasn't she the Half-Ghost girl from yesterday!

  Remembering how she crushed the chef just because the dish was too sweet, cold sweat broke out on Qin Nuo's forehead.

  Could he be this unlucky?

  "Human, why are you staring at me?" The little girl tilted her head, staring at Qin Nuo.

  Qin Nuo calmed himself, "I'm the chef preparing your meal today."

  "Oh, so you're brave, a human cooking for me. Did you see what happeo the chef yesterday?" The little girl rested her on her hands, smiling mischievously at Qin Nuo.

  Qin Nuo was embarrassed. He wao say he was very brave, but seeing the girl's i smile, he suppressed the urge to joke.

  "This is my menu, you make it?"

  Qin Nuo took it and g it. It was a caramel tea with milk, a very ordinary afternoon tea.

  However, Qin Nuo couldn't figure out why the chef yesterday failed with this dish.

  Something wasn't right, definitely nht.

  Qin Nuo looked up, staring at the little girl, and activated the Eye of Analysis.

  "Eye of Analysis: When I was little, my mom made me a caramel tea with milk. My mischievous sister secretly cut her hair and spri oea. After drinking it, my stomach felt like it ierced by tless needles, and I was in pain all night."

  "But ter, I found myself liking this pain. This perverse hobby made me secretly cut my hair and spri oea every time. The excruciating pain made me toss and turn in bed, but it also satisfied a certain psychological thrill."

  "After my mom disappeared, the only thing I remembered of her was the caramel tea with milk."

  Goodness, drinking tea with milk and adding hair!

  Qin Nuo wasn't well-read, but he knew what it felt like to swallow hair fragments.

  This little girl looked pure and i, yet she had such a perverse hobby!

  The chef probably never figured out that this simple tea wasn't about tasting good, but about causing her pain!

  He died unjustly.

  "Do I look good, big brother?" The little girl suddenly smiled.

  Qin Nuo's expression ged slightly, "Wait a moment."

  Leaving the restaurant, he quickly headed to the kit.

  The chefs were already busy, none of them paying attention to Qin Nuo, each focused on their own dishes, with various exotigredients being brought to the ter.

  Finding tea with milk i was retively easy.

  Making tea with milk didn't require much skill, just mixing the ingredients aing or chilling them.

  When it was almost ready, Qin Nuo cut a lock of his own bangs, chopped it finely, and mixed it into the tea.

  A nearby chef, witnessing his inhumaion, looked at him in shock, "Human, are you serious?"

  Qin Nuo ignored him, pted the dish, and carried it out.

  In the restaurant, many guests were watg the little girl's table.

  After all, yesterday's se was still fresh in their minds!

  Liu Jiaqi was also watg, silently praying for Qin Nuo.

  The dish was soon served, and seeing it was a human, many guests showed excited smiles.

  Unlike yesterday, their favorite was the sight of human blood spttering in the restaurant.

  The fresh st of blood could whet their appetites.

  "Please enjoy your meal," Qin Nuo gestured for her to enjoy.

  The little girl crouched on the chair, curiously examining the tea like a kitten, and ented.

  "Your dish looks worse thaerday's!"

  Qin Nuo remained calm, "Appearance isn't everything, you'll know once you taste it."

  The little girl tilted her head, looking at Qin Nuo with some surprise, "You're quite fident."

  With that, she popped the lollipop out of her cherry lips and took a sip from the por bowl.

  Instantly, the entire restaurant fell silent.

  It seemed all the guests were waiting for the little girl's verdict.

  Some were excited, others anxious...