Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

There were more than thirty little monsters. When they came in, they were like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. They all stared wide-eyed, opened their mouths wide, and stretched their necks out.

The rabbit spirit was the first to dart to the crystal chandelier, tilting her head back, her red eyes reflecting the petal-like halo of light, and muttering, "Are...are these stars? How can there be so many stars hanging overhead?"

The squirrel spirit's tail bristled again, and it grabbed the rabbit spirit's ear and pulled it back: "Don't stand there! What if you fall down!"

"It won't fall, it won't fall." Fatty Li waved his hand from the side, looking completely unsurprised. "That thing hangs very securely. Back in our day—cough, anyway, it won't fall."

The fox spirit, however, was not so easily convinced. It circled the large marble-covered pillar in the center of the hall twice, tapped it with its paw, and frowned deeply upon hearing the dull echo.

"What kind of stone is this?" it asked. "It's smooth and shiny, much harder than the bluestone in our mountains."

"That's not stone." Fatty Li scratched his head, thinking for a moment about how to explain. "It's... something called 'ceramic tile,' which is fired. It's similar to bricks fired in a brick kiln, but more refined."

"Burned out of thin air?" The fox spirit's eyes widened even more. "Who could burn stone like that?"

Fatty Li opened his mouth, but in the end gave up. "Anyway...anyway, it can be burned. Don't worry about it anymore, just settle in first."

The smaller monsters were already having a blast in the lobby.

A tiny hedgehog spirit, no bigger than a palm, rolled around on the ground, shouting "Slippery, slippery!" as it rolled with great joy. Two little weasel spirits chased each other, running from one end to the other, then running back with their tails drooping, their squeaking laughter echoing in the lobby. A little lynx spirit was lying beside the leather sofa, cautiously pressing the cushion with its paw. The cushion sank softly, then bounced back, startling the lynx spirit, which then leaned in again and pressed it once more.

The little deer stood in the center of the lobby, looking up at the crystal chandelier, its fluffy ears standing straight up, as if it were frozen in place.

"Sister Little Deer," the rabbit spirit ran over and tugged at her sleeve, "Why aren't you moving?"

The little deer snapped out of its daze, looked down at her, and pointed at the lamp: "Little rabbit, you're saying... there really aren't any fireflies trapped inside?"

The rabbit spirit blinked its red eyes, looked up, and thought seriously for a moment: "Maybe...maybe it's a very, very big firefly?"

A soft laugh came from the side.

Xiao Lu turned her head and saw it was Fatty Li. He covered his mouth, laughing so hard his shoulders shook. Seeing Xiao Lu looking over, he quickly waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay, you guys continue your research, continue your research. I'll go get you the room keys."

Just then, a "ding" sound came from the direction of the elevator.

The little monsters all stopped moving at once.

More than thirty heads turned towards the elevator, and more than thirty pairs of eyes stared at the two tightly closed metal doors.

"What's that sound?" The fox spirit's voice was low, and she subconsciously leaned forward to block the smaller ones behind her.

"Is there a monster?" The rabbit spirit hid behind the deer.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," Fatty Li said quickly, "That's an elevator, it's... it's a metal box that can take you upstairs."

As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator doors slowly opened.

A figure walked out from inside.

Wei Yiran.

She was wearing a plain white nightgown with a long robe over it, her hair loosely draped over her shoulders. She was clearly preparing to retire for the night, but heard the commotion downstairs and came down to check. Her long, curved eyes looked particularly gentle under the lamplight.

She stood at the elevator entrance, her gaze sweeping over the thirty-odd furry, dirty little monsters in the lobby, their eyes wide as they stared at her, and she paused slightly.

The group of little monsters were also staring at her.

At this moment, Fatty Li walked quickly forward with a smile and came to Wei Yiran.

"Miss Wei, you've come at the perfect time. I was just saying I was going to come find you later."

Wei Yiran paused slightly, then looked at Fatty Li, "Looking for me?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Fatty Li rubbed his hands together, his face beaming with a wide smile. "You see, you've come all the way from Beijing University that day, you must have had a long journey. Although this hotel is the best one around here, the standard room you're staying in is really not enough. I was thinking of changing your room type and moving you to the presidential suite on the third floor."

He added, "That suite is very spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering direct mountain views. The bathroom also has a large bathtub, more than three times the size of your washroom. The bed is soft, and the bedding is all freshly changed, ensuring you sleep comfortably."

Last time, when Xiaoling brought Wei Yiran to check in, she couldn't distinguish between good and bad. In order to let Wei Yiran stay, she just randomly picked a room card from the front desk and arranged it for her.

At that time, Fatty Li happened to be in seclusion; otherwise, if he had known about this, he would definitely have arranged the best for Wei Yiran.

Because in his heart, Wei Yiran is Wei Qingyi, and Xiaolu is Feng Xiaolu. They are his second and third senior uncles.

Unlike Chen Anran and Huiming, Fatty Li had a simple mindset: no matter how many lifetimes he went through, the person was still the same person, and that wouldn't change.

Wei Yiran listened quietly, her expression remaining unchanged.

"You are a distinguished guest, so naturally we will let you stay in the best accommodations."

Wei Yiran remained silent for a moment before speaking, "Thank you."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Li laughed even more heartily and said, "Then please wait a moment while I go to the front desk to get your room keys."

After saying that, Fatty Li turned and walked towards the front desk.

The little monsters finally shifted their gaze from Wei Yiran and followed Li Pangzi's retreating figure. They watched as Li Pangzi walked behind the long bar counter, took out a stack of white cards from a drawer, flipped through them in his hand, and then looked up at the huge price list on the wall.

"Presidential Suite...Presidential Suite..." Fatty Li muttered, tracing the room rates on the price list, "Third floor, 301...302...305...307..."

He drew out one card, then another, thought for a moment, and then drew out yet another.

"Miss Xiaolu lives in 305, and Miss Wei lives in 307; they're next to each other. The rest of these are on the second floor," he said, waving the thick stack of papers he had left. "They're for you."

The group of little monsters stared blankly at the stack of white cards in his hand, not reacting for a moment.

The rabbit spirit tugged at the little deer's sleeve and whispered, "Little deer, what are those little cards? Can we eat them?"

Little Deer didn't know either, but she had learned to ask questions when she didn't understand. She looked at Fatty Li, her deer ears perking up: "Fatty Taoist Priest, what's that?"

The renowned author Qianfanwang from Wangchuan Family has joined Cola Novels with his new work, "Senior Sister, Stop Working and Come Home for Dinner!"