"Uh............ My head hurts............"

Early the next morning.

Taylor, who had a headache and brain fever and felt a panic in his brain, got up from his small bed in one fell swoop, looked at the sunlight outside projected through the round window, and then looked at the flowers and plants he had raised for a long time, as well as the white lining and white pants on the hanger.

Taylor just felt that his head didn't hurt ordinarily.

It's like being beaten up by someone.

Squeak ............

As Taylor covered his forehead in contemplation, the door suddenly opened, and an apologetic Squidward was holding a serving of sea milk and a few sticks of butterfly seaweed bread on a tray.

"Squidward? You ............"

After meeting Squidward, Taylor remembered that he seemed to have gone to Squidward's house last night to talk about art and get closer, and was about to open his mouth when Squidward suddenly interrupted him and said guiltily.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor, but we talked about art for so long last night, and you didn't see it and rolled down the stairs and fell on your head, and I'm sorry."

Yes? Is that all?

Taylor was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that he would hit his head with a kick in the air last night, no wonder his head hurts so much now, but this thing can really be done by him? He used to go up and down the stairs to see what was under his feet.

Confused, he looked up at Squidward, and the firm and affirmative eyes suddenly "dispelled" the doubts in his heart.

Yes, that's right, that's how it should be............ Right?

Taylor, who was in a daze, didn't know what to say now, so he briefly picked up the topic and kept silent. At this time, Squidward put the breakfast in his hand on the bedside table, and then looked at Taylor and said.

"Mr. Taylor, I am amazed by your view of the style of art, and your landscapes have a unique and bizarre beauty, although I have never seen many things in my life, but I always have a vague feeling that they are real."

"yes, yes, he should exist, but maybe I'm thinking too much about it, and I think it's an abstract painting."

In the face of Squidward's praise, Taylor smiled embarrassedly, he didn't say that this was what he had dreamed of in his dreams, and he didn't say anything about the recent bizarre dreams, but he just echoed Squidward's statement.

After thinking that Taylor seemed to be fine, Squidward got up and planned to leave Taylor's house, and was walking to the door of Taylor's room, opening the door, and suddenly remembering something.

"Oh yes, Mr. Taylor, I suddenly remembered that you don't have any job yet, I have already said hello to Mr. Krabs, and Mr. Krabs wants you to go to the kitchen of the King of Krabs to be a back kitchen, and the salary is not low."

Taylor, who was about to reach for the seaweed bread, subconsciously paused, then looked up at Squidward.

The salary is not low............

Don't be kidding.

If it weren't for the fact that when I went to the department store last night to buy paint and paper, I saw Mr. Krabs holding two stacks of coupons to buy vegetables and goods that were unsalable in the afternoon, maybe I would have really believed it.

Who in the whole Beechburg doesn't know the owner of the Crab Castle King, the boss of the Krabs is a guy who once thought of using garbage and cardboard to find the door of the restaurant, give him some money Maybe he can even sell his own buddy.

"That............ Thank you. ”

Think of it as having more contact with special emotionally rich "friends" such as Squidward, Mr. Krabs, and SpongeBob SquarePants.

Why are the same residents of Beechburg, their emotions, their journeys, and their lives so distinctive and emotional, while the other fish are always like a backdrop?

If I don't think about it, will I also live the same life, eating crab roe burger and going to work, maybe I haven't been in class and walking aimlessly on the street, walking into the evening, maybe even I don't know who I am, right?

After glancing at Taylor, who was thinking, the corners of Squidward's mouth were slightly bitter, and he gently brought the door to the door and said in a deep voice.

"You're welcome ............"

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King Crab Castle

kitchen

"Hurry up, hurry up, guys step up your hands, step up your legs, every minute is money, money is the most precious thing in this world, money is the most reliable thing in this world, don't delay the boss to make money!"

At seven o'clock in the morning, Mr. Krabs's hearty voice echoed in the kitchen, and Mr. Krabs stood at the door of the back kitchen, watching SpongeBob SquarePants with a mop in one hand desperately wiping the floor, and looking at a tired Taylor brushing the frying pan and frying pan with a small brush.

SpongeBob held the mop and wiped it along the floor to the wall, and then from the wall to the ceiling, polishing the entire kitchen in a 360-degree way without dead corners and defying gravity, and the harsh white light flashed into Mr. Krabs's eyes.

That's what a good employee should do.

Mr. Krabs nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Taylor again, his eyes narrowed, and his eyebrows twitched involuntarily, which made him feel how he behaved when he lost money.

SpongeBob SquarePants is almost done wiping the ceiling, why hasn't this new kid even wiped the pan? Those grease stains have only been there for a few years, are they so difficult to deal with?

Hmph, you lazy stinky boy, you only have one dollar left in your salary this month!

By the time Mr. Krabs examines Taylor, SpongeBob has turned his body into a big cleaning sponge, and has begun to move in unreasonable ways in the cracks of walls, floors, tables, chairs, refrigerators, refrigerators, lockers, etc., and his entire body is wiped black.

When he fell from the ceiling and landed on Boss Xie, the dust was instantly shaken out and disappeared without a trace.

"It's fun, and it looks so clean, Mr. Krabs, how about we clean the kitchen early every morning?"

The energetic SpongeBob SquarePants clasped his hands together and looked at Mr. Krabs with his eyes wide open, and his cheeks flushed.

This one............

Mr. Krabs looked hesitant, he felt that this was a waste of his time, and time is money, and the conversion is a waste of his money.

Of course, if the money he wasted could be made up............

He pretended to hesitate, and the other two crab claws crossed their fists and rubbed them around, as if they were asking for money.

"I understand, Mr. Krabs, I'll give you 600 yuan a month in the future, please let me come here an hour early to clean up!"

"............Ahh That's easy to say! Good boy, I really didn't see you! ”

Looking at the scene of the boss and employees living in harmony with each other and creating a better future in the distance, Taylor couldn't help but rub his eyes.

Is there something wrong with his eyes?

Why do employees have to clean up in advance now, and do they have to pay the boss?

Do you know what the processing fee is?

(End of chapter)