Beheading Three Corpses! 

"Eh?" The scabby-headed monk suddenly raised his head. He looked in the direction of the hotel's main entrance. He was somewhat absent-minded. 

The monk's fingers began to calculate non-stop. His expression alternated between solemn and relaxed. 

"Monk, can you calculate?" 

The tanned girl curiously placed her hand on the scabby-headed monk's uneven head and asked.

"No."

"..." the girl.

"It's just a habit. When I was young, I was dumb when I first became a monk. My master was afraid that I would starve to death when I went out, so he taught me a lot of superficial knowledge. This is one of them."

"Why does your master always teach you these crooked ways? My mother-in-law is better. She taught me how to plant flowers."

That's right. Your mother-in-law is better. In the end, she was planted by you.