"Uh... My head hurts..."
Early the next morning.
With a headache and fever all over his body and a feeling of panic in his head, Taylor got up from his little bed all at once. He looked at the sunlight coming in through the round window, and then looked at the flowers and plants he had grown for a long time, as well as the clothes on the hangers. white outer lining and white pants.
Taylor only felt that his head hurt more than usual.
It was like being beaten hard by someone.
Squeak...
Just as Tyler was covering his forehead in deep thought, the door suddenly opened, and an apologetic Squidward held a portion of sea milk and a few sticks of butterfly seaweed bread on a tray.
"Squidward? You..."
After seeing Brother Squidward, Taylor remembered that he seemed to have gone to Squidward's house last night to talk about art and get closer. Just as he was about to speak, Brother Squidward suddenly interrupted him, full of guilt. said.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Taylor. We were talking about art for too long last night. At that time, you slipped and fell down the stairs without seeing your foot clearly, and fell on your head. I'm so sorry."
Huh? Is that all?
Taylor was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that he stepped on the air and hit his head last night. No wonder his head hurts so much now, but was he really able to do this? He used to look at his feet when going up and down the stairs.
Confused, he looked up at Brother Squidward, and his firm and affirmative eyes immediately "dispelled" the doubts in his heart.
Yes, that's right, that should be it... right?
The confused Taylor didn't know what to say now, so he briefly took up the topic and kept silent. At this moment, Squidward put the breakfast in his hand on the bedside table, then looked at Taylor and said.
"Mr. Taylor, your views on artistic style are really amazing to me. Your landscape paintings also have a unique and bizarre beauty. Although I have never seen many things in my life, I always vaguely feel that they are real." ."
"Yes, yes, he should exist, but maybe I am overthinking it. I think this can be regarded as a kind of abstract painting."
Faced with Squidward's generous praise, Taylor smiled sheepishly Laughing, he didn't say that this was something he had dreamed about in his dream, nor did he say anything about his recent bizarre dream. He just echoed what Squidward said.
After feeling that there seemed to be nothing wrong with Taylor, Squidward got up and planned to leave Taylor's house. As he walked to the door of Taylor's room, he opened the door and suddenly said something as if he remembered something.
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Taylor, I suddenly remembered that you don't have any job yet. I have already said hello to Mr. Crab. Mr. Crab hopes that you can work as a chef in the kitchen of the Krusty Crab King. 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 I hadn't gone to the department store last night to buy paint and paper, I saw Mr. Krabs holding two stacks of coupons to buy the unsold vegetables and goods in the afternoon, I might have really believed it.
Who in the whole of Bikini Castle doesn't know the owner of the Krusty Krab? Mr. Krabs is a stingy guy who once thought about using garbage and cardboard to find the restaurant. If you give him some money, maybe he can even bring his own clerk. They can all be sold.
"Then...thank you."
Just think of it as more contact with special emotional "friends" such as Squidward, Mr. Krabs, and Spongebob.
Why are the residents of Bikini Castle, their emotions, their journeys, and their lives so unique and emotional, while other fish are always like backgrounds?
If I didn't know how to think, would I also live the same life, eating Krabby Patty and going to work, maybe I wouldn't have class, walking aimlessly on the street, and at night, maybe even I would Don't you know who I am?
After glancing at Taylor who was thinking, Squidward's mouth was slightly bitter. He gently closed the door and said in a deep voice.
"You're welcome..."
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Crab King
Kitchen
"Hurry up, hurry up, guys, put your hands up, put your legs up, every minute is money, Money is the most precious thing in the world. Money is the most reliable thing in the world. Don't delay the boss from making money!"
At seven o'clock in the morning, Mr. Crab's angry voice echoed in the kitchen. Mr. Crab stood in the back kitchen. At the door, I saw Spongebob with a mop in one hand desperately wiping the floor, and Taylor with a tired look on his face, scrubbing the frying pan and oil pan with a small brush.
Spongebob held up the mop and wiped it along the floor to the wall, and then from the wall to the ceiling. He wiped the entire kitchen until it was shiny with a 360-degree, no-dead-angle, gravity-defying method. The dazzling white light even flashed. Mr. Krabs's eyes.
This is what good employees should do.
Mr. Krabs nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Taylor again. Both crab eyes narrowed and his eyebrows beat involuntarily, which made him feel like he was losing money.
Spongebob has almost finished wiping the ceiling, why hasn't this new kid even wiped the frying pan? Those oil stains have only been there for a few years, are they so difficult to deal with?
Huh, you lazy brat, your salary this month is only one yuan!
When Mr. Crab was examining Taylor, SpongeBob had turned his body into a big cleaning sponge and began to wander in the cracks of walls, floors, tables, chairs, refrigerators, cold rooms, and storage in an unreasonable way. Cabinets and other directions, the entire body was wiped black.
When he fell from the ceiling and landed on Boss Xie, the dust was instantly shaken out and disappeared without a trace.
"This is fun, and it looks so clean. Mr. Krabs, how about we clean the kitchen early every morning from now on?" The
energetic Spongebob put his hands together as if begging, and his eyes widened. The two looked at Mr. Krabs with red cheeks.
This...
Mr. Crab looked hesitant. He felt that this was a waste of his time, and time is money. In other words, it was a waste of his money.
Of course, if the money he wasted could be replenished...
He pretended to hesitate, crossing his other two crab claws with his fists and rubbing them together, as if asking for money.
"I understand, Mr. Crab. From now on, I will give you 600 yuan a month. Please let me come here to clean the house an hour earlier!
" Boy, I really didn't see you!"
Looking at the scene in the distance where the boss and employees were living in harmony and creating a better future together, Taylor couldn't help but rub his eyes.
Is there something wrong with his eyes?
Why do employees now have to clean up in advance and pay the boss?
Do you know what processing fees are? Hey!
(End of chapter)