There is a way that the city gate will cause fire to harm the fish in the pond. If I die, I will also die. No one of them will want to run away.

Several kitchens next door responded differently, the Arabian kitchen was massacring camels, and the tall oven turned into a volcano;

The Japanese kitchen is grinding a knife, and the miserable string sound of the Sanmi thread echoes in his ears. It is obvious that it is a tough problem for people to commit suicide earlier;

The Turkish and Indian kitchens are scrambling to grab sheep. The chefs on both sides are already making a ball. So where can I go to supplement the ingredients in the middle of the night? If one live sheep is used up in the backyard of the hotel, one less is missing. It is hard for a good woman to cook without rice. How could she give in? She must have done one.

In the Chinese kitchen, the swords and axes were waiting for the battle, and they were still holding their troops, just waiting for a cannon...

The Goryeo kitchen simply stopped and left a resignation letter in secret. The chef led the team to escape quietly. After slipping away, how could he not afford to offend him?

...

That night, the King's Hall consumed at least 30,000 standard round meal trays.

In other words, a whole thousand large white plates are constantly reincarnated between the dining table and the kitchen (installing plates > serving tables > sweeping empty > removing tables > washing plates > disinfecting and putting plates). Each plate has undergone at least thirty times.

I have to say that Chef Mark, who earns an annual salary of 500,000 euros, still has two brushes. With the support of the hotel manager, half of the hotel's service staff were temporarily recruited to form a 100-person dish washing team, a 100-person dish washing team, a 100-person side dish team, a 100-person side dish collision sound of the knife cutting board and the howling fire, it was like a storm.

With manpower and ingredients, several kitchens are continuously supplied with food mainly in the kitchen, just like assembly lines.

From time to time, people cramped due to the loss of hands and feet, and were carried or helped out with screams. The hotel doctor and fitness coach skillfully stretched and beat them, and then pushed these poor hands into the kitchen like a duck rushing on the shelves.

The full meal plates were served like flowing water, and they were quickly stacked together and removed emptyly.

Li Bai had stopped eating. He, who had eaten and drank enough, enjoyed the last dessert like Hercules.

But the two witches were still eating voraciously, without any intention of stopping.

The "Saints Association" is not that they can't afford the meal, but that the scene looks a bit scary at the moment.

Hercules' eyes were straight, and he couldn't help but begin to doubt his life.

Who is Hercules?

Could it be that I am a clown!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shrink his neck. It's so terrible!

Two hours later, until Li Bai was impatient and knocked hard on the table, the witch girl was still unsatisfied and wiped her mouth elegantly with a napkin without even burping.

"Okay, let's be here today, thank you very much for your warm hospitality."

Li Bai stood up, greeted Hercules Enzo Camillo, then hooked his fingers at the two witches, and walked towards the door of the King's Hall.

The Qingyao demon girl stood up and did not forget to hold the tower-style three-layer dessert plate full of pastries in her arms, and then arched the little red carp, who quickly held the rattan basket full of French croissants.

"Oh, oh, you're welcome, go slowly!"

Hercules finally reacted, and later realized that he watched the figures of two demons leave the restaurant, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as these three left, they collapsed into the ground in the blink of an eye in the kitchen. Even the doctors and fitness coaches who kept relaxing their muscles and muscles were cramped.

The hotel manager was shocked when he saw it, and then he understood a little bit why the French chef Mr. Mark, who was invited by the Saints, was as serious as if he was facing a great enemy.

It seems that it is really not to be underestimated.

Most of the kitchens were in unprecedented overload operation, and the cold storage reserves were quickly emptied at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Facing such a challenge, some chefs actually left the show and some people seemed to be preparing to commit suicide.

What a mess!

In the end, it was only a little bit short of that, and the catering supply in the entire hotel was about to collapse, which was something that had never happened before.

"All, the people of the world unite!"

The exhausted chef Mark's mouth twitched, his hands loosened, and the five-pound steel spoon fell to the ground, making a loud impact, then his eyes rolled and he fell to the sky on the spot.

He has been working hard until now, and he has not only relied on physical strength, but also has firm willpower.

This battle representing French food culture must not be lost.

"Hurry, send Chef Mark to rescue him, doctor, doctor, come here quickly!"

Seeing the loyal French chef's face was so ugly that he looked scary, the hotel manager quickly shouted and asked someone to come and help.

This expensive French chef must not die here, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

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The next morning, Li Bai was just woken up by Morning-Call arranged by the "Saints Association".

The Morning-Call of this hotel is quite interesting. The lights are automatically and slowly lit up, and the curtains are slowly separated from each other, causing the sunlight outside to sprinkle in. When the TV screen lit up, soft music and slow shaking singing and dancing are played. Under such background sound, the intelligent AI broadcasts local weather forecasts and news according to the language of the guests.

The temperature during the day is 12 to 31 degrees Celsius, the temperature at night is 5 to 15 degrees Celsius, the humidity is 48%, the eyes turn cloudy, and the body feels dry and hot. It is recommended to wear Kufei. Women should wear a headscarf when going out, and do not expose their skin too much...

Dingdong!~

Someone rang the doorbell at the same time.

"who?"

Li Bai picked up the phone beside the bed and pressed the access control display.

The small display screen on the phone showed a picture outside the door, and four waitresses stood in the corridor with a load of food trucks.

"Breakfast in the room, sir!"

Li Bai was stunned and said, "Uh! I didn't book a breakfast in the room?"

He was also about to get up and take two witches to sweep the cafeteria.

“It’s provided by the hotel for free, sir!”

The waiters outside the door were all young women with gentle voices.

"Okay then! Wait!"

Since someone took the initiative to deliver it to the door, it was still not worth the money, Li Bai really couldn't find a reason to refuse.

He put a few clothes on himself and opened the entrance door of the luxurious suite. Only then did he find that there were not only four waitresses and a dining car in the corridor, but a full ten dining carts, with the number of waiters reaching fourteen.

What a big lineup!

As soon as I lifted the insulation cover, the aroma of roasted turkey quickly spread throughout the room.

The Qingyao Demon Witch, who could not wake up even with Morning-Call, naturally opened her eyes and jumped up from the bed straight, instantly recovered from awakening and cheered.

“There is a roasted turkey!”

There is still a door between them!

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Chapter completed!