Chapter 170: Let's start a live broadcast together

When Chu Yanling and Xiao Ci went downstairs, they startled everyone.

Without waiting for Chu Yanling to speak, everyone shouted one after another.

"Chef, where are you going?"

"yes, Chef. Where do you go with your luggage? ”

Xiao Ci followed behind him with his hands behind his back, and his tone was quite resentful: "He said that he was healed and was going back to the hotel." ”

As soon as Xiao Ci said this, everyone's eyes became full of meaning.

Meng Jiangnu: "How can you get hurt, you let Sister Bai show you." ”

Bai Suzhen was pushed out, pretending to pick up Chu Yanling's hand and check the pulse: "Well, I don't think it's thorough yet." ”

Xiao Ci was quite nervous when he heard this: "Sister Bai, are you seriously injured?" Does it matter? You cast a spell to make him healed. ”

Meng Jiangnu: "...."Forget it, stupid."

Bai Suzhen tugged at the corners of her mouth: "I probed again, and I don't think it's a big problem." ”

She withdrew her hand, Chu Yanling held the box in one hand, and said goodbye to everyone: "Then I'll go." ”

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl also flew to the clouds, and Xiaoliang and Shunfeng Er left one after another. Xiao Ci sighed: "I really want to expand the scope of accommodation, I really am not a good store manager." ”

The elf silently added: "Brother Xiao Ci, the house price is very expensive now." ”

"Is it expensive enough to leave my employees without a permanent place to live?"

The elf silently gave a hint: "You have a good live broadcast with the big guy, after this mission is completed, maybe the big house will be rewarded." ”

"Hmph, that's pretty much it."

Early the next morning, Xiao Ci was woken up by the sound of ping-pong. He sat up with a chicken nest on his head, and saw through the window the panic in the heirloom shop.

"What's going on!"

"Manager, the crystal lamp has come down."

"How could a crystal lamp come down? What if it happens to hit a customer during business hours? "Zheng Qian is a little exhausted, and there have been a lot of bad luck in the store recently. Either there's a leak here, or there's a leak. There was a lot of damage to the public property in the store, and it also affected several regular customers who came to eat. But he checked it many times, but he couldn't find anything, so he could only blame himself for his bad luck.

Xiao Ci knows more about the inside story than him, and watching the heirloom continue to be unlucky, his mood has become very good.

After humming a song and washing, he said to the elf, "You old friend, not bad." Let him contribute well in the heirloom. ”

The elf looked proud: "That's! He's so powerful, he doesn't even need to make a move, as long as he stops anywhere, he can make the heirloom house collapse! ”

Xiao Ci glanced at the next door: "Then why hasn't it collapsed yet?" ”

"A metaphor, a metaphor." The elf explained with a smile, "Besides, as soon as he came down to earth, he was educated by Sister Meng and others. The damage has to be compensated, and with his salary, he doesn't dare to dump the house. How expensive a house is. ”

Xiao Ci just asked casually, but he didn't really want the heirloom house to collapse, after all, it would be bad to hit someone.

For innocent people, Xiao Ci is still very merciful.

Yesterday, he didn't sleep well, and he seemed to get used to sleeping on his side.

After being woken up in the morning by the sound of the heirloom, there is no sleep temperament. Even if it's still early to leave the door and do business.

He held on to the stairs and went downstairs. Hey, good guy, I'm not the first.

In the hall, Bai Suzhen and Meng Jiangnu were holding a novel and reading it happily. Xiao Liang was holding the camera equipment upside down, and the Cowherd was watching from the side. The Weaver Girl has unfinished handiwork in her hands, and she sits by the window with a cup of coffee in her ears, her back is very deep. Even the little chefs who can't be named are in a mess, giggling and laughing.

Xiao Ci only felt that his mood had become beautiful.

"Morning, what are you all doing?"

The crowd pointed to the kitchen: "Wait for the chef's breakfast." ”