To be a qualified glutton, one must not only be able to eat, but also be able to act.
Good news: I am an ancient ferocious beast who can blow up a mountain with one punch.
Bad news: I'm the president's secretary and need to bring coffee to my boss.
The first crisis:
The boss discovered that the secretary smelled the same as the caregiver.
I took action: I sprayed half a bottle of insecticide on my body at the speed of light.
Result: My boss had an allergy and was admitted to the ICU. I ate a vegetarian dinner for three days with tears in my eyes to apologize.
Second crisis:
I was trapped in a cave on a rainy night and my boss was confused with a high fever. I accidentally exposed my glowing eyes.
My action: tell him these are new types of contact lenses and can also be used as a flashlight.
Result: The boss believed it and asked me where I could buy links.
The third crisis:
The resignation letter was thrown in the boss's face, and he was so stressed that he burst into clothes on the spot, exposing his horns and tail.
I thought: ... I can't make it up this time.
Ying Huai (locks the door, takes off his tie): "So it's you? Very good, today's dinner is braised glutinous rice."
Wait! That's not how the script was written! Help!
