"First time my ass!" Meg flicked her forehead. What on earth was in there? He turned and walked upstairs as he said, "I'm worried that the customers will complain about the smell on you. The staff of the restaurant must ensure that they are dressed neatly and don't have any smell, so that the customers won't have a bad dining experience."
"I see." Connie looked like she finally understood. She followed Meg upstairs.
"I'll get you a set of work clothes. Red, yellow, blue. Which color do you like?" Meg asked.
"I like blue. It's the color of the sky." Connie answered quickly.
"Okay." Meg nodded slightly. He went upstairs and took Connie to the bathroom first.
"What a big faucet!" Connie stood at the door of the bathroom. She looked at the showerhead with fear.
Then she saw several more faucets. She became even more nervous. Was Mr. Meg really a water dragon killer?
"This is the switch for the shower. After you turn it on, there will be warm water. This is shampoo and shower gel. The red one is to wet your hair and then apply it. It can wash off the stains on your hair. After you're done, rinse off the foam with water. The black one is to clean your body. After you apply it to your body, rinse it off with water too." Meg explained. He looked back at Connie and asked, "Do you understand?"
"Yes … Yes." Connie nodded. She swallowed her saliva secretly and said, "But … Do you really want me to face so many faucets alone? I'm a bit scared … Can … can you take a shower with me? "
"No." Meg refused coldly. He wasn't stupid if she wanted to trick him into giving her a free shower.
"I'll put your clothes on the stool by the door. You can take them when you're done. I'll be downstairs in a bit." Meg walked out of the bathroom sideways.
"Please, don't leave me here alone …" Connie grabbed the corner of Meg's clothes and said pitifully. There were four faucets in a small room. It was too scary!
"My restaurant doesn't accept customers with strange odors." Meg took back the corner of his shirt from Connie's hand and closed the bathroom door. He couldn't help but mutter, "Does the orc tribe have a tradition of men and women bathing together?"
Once the bathroom door closed, Connie was left alone.
She leaned against the door and looked nervously at the four taps in the bathroom.
The bathroom was very large, and the temperature was very warm. There was a large white tub in the innermost part, which seemed to be used for bathing.
"I … I was forced to do this. I didn't mean to offend you. Please … please don't blame me. Don't scare me … I'll just take a quick shower …" Connie put her hands together and said to the faucet and the showerhead sincerely. Then, she turned around and saw herself in the mirror.
"Ah! What is this? Why does it illuminate my beauty so clearly? " Connie looked at the mirror and was stunned. Even a crystal mirror couldn't see her as clearly as this one.
However, she soon realized that her face, neck, and arms were stained with sweat and mud. She had been running for her life for more than ten days, and she didn't have time to take a shower. She sniffed carefully and realized that there was indeed a sour smell on her body.
"Oh my god! Is this the smell coming from my body? " Connie's face fell, and she quickly took off her clothes. She looked up at the showerhead that was much bigger than a normal faucet, and said apologetically, "Lord Dragon, I'll just borrow some of your water. If you can't rest in peace, please go and find the boss."
Then, she turned on the switch.
Warm water sprayed out from the showerhead and dripped down from the top of her head, wetting her hair and body.
"Meow ~"
She couldn't help but let out a soft moan from the comfortable feeling. As the hot water washed over her body, the fatigue that had accumulated along the way quickly disappeared.
"It's so comfortable!" Connie couldn't help but praise. The hot steam quickly filled the entire bathroom, and her fair skin turned pink. She washed the stains off her body.
"He said that this is for washing hair, and this is for washing body. Why is he using this strange liquid?" After taking a hot shower, Connie's gaze fell on the shampoo and shower gel at the side. She hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and pressed the lid like Meg had taught her. A milky white liquid sprayed out and splashed all over her face.
"Oh!"
Connie instinctively closed her eyes, and touched the liquid on her face with her hand. It was slippery, sticky, and strange to the touch.
However, there was a very special fragrance, like the fragrance of flowers. It was refreshing and pleasant, and it didn't feel greasy at all. It felt a little familiar.
"Is this shampoo?" Connie looked at the lotion in her hand, and wiped it on her head. She scratched it casually, and it turned into many white bubbles.
"Wow, there are really bubbles!" Connie's eyes lit up. She put the white bubbles to her mouth and blew gently. She smiled as she watched the bubbles fall.
After washing her hair, she tried the shower gel. The shower gel was slippery on her body, and many bubbles appeared with a gentle rub. After washing, her entire body exuded a faint fragrance.
"Oh! I know, this is the smell on Mr. Meg's body! " Connie's eyes lit up. The sour smell on her body had completely disappeared. Her hair and body were clean, and her delicate skin was white with a hint of red. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but want to take a bite.
"Am I really that ugly? Why isn't Mr. Meg even interested in sleeping with me? Or is it because I'm too young? "Connie looked at herself in the mirror, and sighed in self-pity. She was deeply hurt.
"Oh right, he said he prepared clothes for me. What kind of clothes will they be?" Connie thought expectantly. She hadn't worn warm clothes since leaving the tribe. She didn't want a pretty dress now, but a set of warm and comfortable clothes.
Standing beside the door, her cat ears twitched. After confirming that there was no one outside, she carefully opened the bathroom door. Just as the door opened a crack, she saw a small stool placed at the entrance. On top of the stool was a set of sky blue clothes. On top of the stool was a piece of paper with words and pictures.
"Wow, it's the color of the sky." Connie's eyes lit up, and she reached out to pick up the clothes and the paper.
"The correct way to wear a bra …" Connie read softly, and then took out a small piece of clothing with laces. She looked puzzled. "What is this? The pattern is so pretty. Is it to be worn outside? "
Mag was sipping his afternoon tea leisurely with his legs crossed. When he heard the footsteps, he turned around and saw Connie, who was wearing a tidy sky-blue windbreaker with a black laced bra. He spat out the tea in his mouth.
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