Early the next morning, Wen Ning was still washing his feet when someone knocked on the front door.
Bang, bang, bang.
"Wen Ning, open up! I'm here!"
At the noise, Wen Ning thought bandits had come to rob him. Then he reconsidered. Who in the mortal world would still dare rob him?
Wen Ning opened the door to find Zhang Siyu standing outside, travel-worn.
"Wen Ning, I'm sticking with you from now on."
Zhang Siyu looked a little bedraggled today, with exhaustion written across her face.
"About what I told you before, Wen Ning—you're not going to turn me away, are you?"
She stood in the doorway, gripping a strap of her backpack with one hand, unsure where to put the other.
Wen Ning slung his towel over his shoulder and looked her up and down.
"You're early. Perfect. Starting today, you're our new bath attendant."
Zhang Siyu's face flushed instantly, and her voice rose several notches.
"Wait, what do you mean, bath attendant? I'm not actually going to have to bathe people, am I? I'm a Direct Disciple of Dragon-Tiger Mountain. I do respectable work!"
Wen Ning leaned against the doorframe and pointed to the large tub in the corner and the secondhand hair dryer on the coffee table.
"We don't bathe people here. We bathe monsters. That's all the equipment we have: a big tub, an electric kettle, and a hair dryer. Our only bath product is that bucket of concentrated medicinal bath solution Xiong Batian brought over last time.
"Our customers all come in their original forms. Sparrows look like sparrows, hedgehogs look like hedgehogs. When they don't need their backs scrubbed, you just help boil water, hand out towels, and keep everyone in line."
Zhang Siyu glanced back at the big tub in the corner and