Not only the little assistant was taken aback, but the other staff, including the guests and the live camera, were also bewildered, with wonderful expressions, but most of them were fear and horror——

It was obviously raining outside, but this man was not wet at all, and he had no tools to shelter from the rain, let alone the door was closed, and the doorbell didn't ring, so he suddenly appeared at the entrance, his eyes staring straight at the door.Looking over from the ground, it is empty and strange...

The picture is horrific,

The atmosphere fell into dead silence again.

The two camps faced each other and stalemate,

It seems that whoever speaks first loses.

It was Jian Ran who broke the deadlock first, "Brother, are you staying in the hotel?"

The man was confused for a moment, then nodded, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Your new one? I haven't seen it before."

Jian Ran raised the corner of his mouth, "Open for the first day."

"Then the door is open to welcome guests?" The man said, and he walked towards the lobby (restaurant) with his legs open, "Let me have a bowl of noodles first, Yangchun noodles, without green onion, coriander and garlic."

"Wait a moment." Jian Ran turned around and patted the shoulder of the little assistant whose legs were still trembling, "Don't forget to pass on what I told you just now."

"Ah?" A hot current passed from his shoulders into his body, and instantly flowed everywhere. Qi Rui, who didn't know why, was not so afraid, and said belatedly, "Ah! I'll just talk about it."

In the ancient open kitchen, the faces of several guests were pale, especially Du Yunmeng, his lips were purple, and he looked like he wanted to run away at any time. Shen Jiafei came over and asked in a low voice, "Did you see that?"?”

"What?" Du Yunmeng's voice trembled.

"The clothes he's wearing! It's like the style of the Republic of China! Chinese tunic suit! What's the weather? It's hot even when it rains, and his neckline is tightly tied!" Shen Jiafei couldn't help being terrified while controlling the volume, his choked voice was shrill and shrillThin, sounds extremely uncomfortable.

Du Yunmeng was not blind, of course he could see it, but he didn't dare to say it.

Just when he opened his mouth, wondering if he should continue this topic, Jian Ran came back with a lazy tone, like a chef and supervisor, full of professional elite, "Who will do the registration?"

Do you want a hotel?

Of course registration is required,

Otherwise, you don't know what ghosts and ghosts come in... What if you escape the order?

To make money, of course, everything must be secure.

Du Yunmeng was the first to raise his hand, Jian Ran glanced at him in surprise, but heard the next sentence, "I'm not going!"

"I'm not going either!" Shen Jiafei followed closely behind.

Yang Ruoxi lost her mania, and shook her head crazily, "Don't look at me, let alone go!"

The assistant director opened his mouth and wanted to mobilize, "For the sake of the show, everyone..."

A dull voice interrupted him, "I'll do the registration."

As soon as this remark was made, Jian Ran and the others swept their gazes over in unison.

I saw Lu Yanting straight up from the corner of the wall, with one hand in his pocket, stepping out of the top class in the entertainment industry and heir to a wealthy family, with extremely oppressive steps,

Jian Ran couldn't help sighing, this bullshit made him pretend!

Everyone held their breath and stared intently at Lu Yanting, who was sitting calmly opposite the man, and threw the tablet that the crew had prepared in advance,

"Fill in the information yourself."

The back of the Chinese tunic seemed to be stunned, and a few seconds later, a difficult and strange low-pitched voice came out, "Your inn doesn't even have this kind of service?"

"Do you still need me to do it?!"

Speaking of the back, he already had obvious anger. From the side, his unshaven face was very ferocious.

Another few seconds of silence.

The people in the kitchen were so nervous that they almost pinched their thighs, only Jian Ran was at ease, looking for ingredients while casually looking at the lobby.

After a while, Lu Yanting frowned, and said in a disgusted tone, "You don't know how to use it, do you?"

Chinese tunic suit, "..." Can't understand the nonsense?

The people in the kitchen, "..." The actor is so brave!

Jian Ran, "..." What better way to pretend!

"Who said I can't!" The Chinese tunic actually stretched out his pale hands, picked up the tablet on the dining table, and began to tinker with it carefully.

So, Lu Yanting stood up and glanced lightly at Jian Ran, as if to say, 'It's just registration, it's too simple.'

At this time, the latter had finished making Yangchun noodles, and raised his foot to send them over.

Du Yunmeng took a sneak peek, his face turned green and black in an instant, and hurriedly reminded him in a low voice, "Brother Ran, he said no onion, garlic, and parsley."

Jian Ran paused for a moment, and took a little bit of peripheral vision, "Remember the purpose of our store,"

"Love to eat, don't eat..."

"roll"

The camera that used to take took a good look at the beautiful face, and even the understatement, the expression of the lightning bolt, can see it clearly.

Jian Ran has already walked to the dining table, and put the noodle bowl in front of the man in the tunic suit, the emerald green embellishment is very obvious, "Have you finished filling in the information?"

Seemingly being stimulated continuously, the man stared at the noodle bowl motionless, brewing some emotion.

"You go to the kitchen first." Jian Ran didn't look sideways.

Lu Yanting knew that he was speaking to himself, but he didn't move, his eyes flashed with darkness, and he stared at Jian Ran with great interest.

As if looking forward to the next development.

Suddenly, an arm stretched out towards Jian Ran.

Sharp nails can be seen vaguely.

Gray black and blue,

Not the color that normal people should have.

The speed was so fast that Lu Yanting only felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and he had no time to react.

Du Yunmeng in the kitchen seemed to have seen something terrifying, and shouted on the spot, "Ghost——"

The moment of chaos is imminent.

Jian Ran calmly raised his arm and slapped that "ghost hand" in a seemingly casual manner, and with the sound of sizzling, he raised one corner of his mouth, "Brother, I'm just going to stay in the hotel, I’m going to greet you with a chokehold, but it’s not very polite, "

"We still have a camera here to take pictures, so pay attention to your image."

As he spoke, he glanced at the name on the tablet, and read aloud, "Li Zongcheng? Hey, you even named him a scumbag, so you didn't die from peach blossom debts, did you?"

Li Zongcheng turned his head, a trace of fear flashed across his unshaven face, his left hand embraced the white smoked right hand, "You, who are you?!"

Jian Ran didn't answer, just glanced at the dining table, and asked lazily, "Would you like noodles?"

Li Zongcheng held back for a long time, and then uttered a word, "Eat."

Jian Ran showed a satisfied smile, "That's right, bro."

Immediately, his figure flashed, which made the people in the kitchen dare not vent their nostrils, and the people with dazed faces had a clear vision.

Every face is quite confused, as if asking, "What happened?! The man in the Chinese tunic suit is gobbling it up like he hasn't eaten noodles for eight hundred years..."

Jian Ran went back to the kitchen, stood in the corner, her skeletal fingertips landed on the tablet, flipped through it casually, and noticed someone coming, and didn't bother to lift her eyelids,

"Can you see?"

Lu Yanting paused, and after a while, "I can't see it."

"I'm just more courageous."

When Jian Ran heard this, she raised her face, her delicate facial features were illuminated by the orange light, "Coincidentally,"

"Me too."