Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

After everything was done, Feng He went to apply for a job at that high-end restaurant.

This high-end restaurant is located in the center of Beijing, in an extremely prosperous area. A meal here is equivalent to one or two months' salary for an ordinary person.

The people who come here to eat are basically successful people and rich second-generations.

Therefore, the recruitment requirements for waiters here are also very strict, and the most important point is outstanding appearance.

Of course, they also have good manners, graceful posture, and the ability to read people's faces.

Feng He brought his basic information and waited for the job application. A manager who happened to pass by took a liking to him at first sight.

The manager asked in disbelief, "Are you applying for a waiter position?"

Feng He nodded obediently.

"Are you an adult?"

"I'm already 19 years old. I just finished the college entrance examination this year. I want to work here during the summer vacation to reduce the burden on my mother."

"Okay, okay, good boy, work hard, and all the tips from the customers will be yours. If you do a good job, your uncle will give you a raise."

The manager suppressed his slightly trembling fingers and spoke with excitement in his tone. If you listened carefully, you could hear that his tone was trembling a little.

Feng He smiled sweetly: "Thank you, uncle."

Feng He’s employment relationship with the high-end restaurant was finalized.

Fenghe signed a labor contract and the restaurant issued an employment certificate.

The manager looked at Feng He kindly as she went to get the waiter's uniform, as if he saw the excellent performance of this month's surge in sales.

This child is so pretty.

Feng He worked in the restaurant for two days and the work was easy.

The job of a waiter is to serve the guests he is responsible for wholeheartedly and to the best of his ability.

On Wednesday, Feng He wanted to meet Song Chongjiang, but was afraid of missing him because of work.

When Feng He was fiddling with the roses on the table in distress, the manager suddenly waved at him from a distance.

"Feng He, come here for a moment."

Feng He walked over and looked at the manager seriously.

"What's wrong, Manager?"

The manager secretly told him: "A big client is coming today, and I'm giving you this opportunity. Whether you can get the extra bonus depends on you."

Feng He intuitively thought it was Song Chongjiang, but he still asked the system for confirmation.

Received a positive response from the system.

What Feng He didn't know was that he had only been working here for two days, and several rich second-generations came here to eat every day. Normally, they only came here once every few weeks.

Song Chongjiang came at night, and he was the only one there.

Feng He asked the system: "Is he waiting for a blind date lady?"

[Yes, go and order food for him first.]

Feng He walked over with the tablet for taking orders.

"Sir, would you like to order now?" Feng He asked in a businesslike manner.

Song Chongjiang looked up in surprise when he heard the familiar voice.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the waitress Feng He, who was wearing a small vest and a bow tie, and was dressed formally.

He was dressed like a little prince.

"Why are you here?" Song Chongjiang heard himself asking.

Feng He: "I'm here to work during the summer vacation."

Song Chongjiang nodded lightly when he heard this.

[It feels like Song Chongjiang’s attitude towards you is totally different from how he treats you at home.]

Feng He: Is there? I don’t feel that way. If there is, he might be embarrassed to save face for Mrs. Song at home.

[……]never mind.

Feng He handed the tablet to Song Chongjiang.

Song Chongjiang showed no intention of taking it, so Feng He asked doubtfully, "Aren't you going to order any food?"

Song Chongjiang smiled at him: "I have already made an appointment."

Feng He was a little dumbfounded. It turned out...it turned out that Song Chongjiang had already made an appointment in advance.

He had only worked here for two days and lacked work experience. Even though he knew that he could make an appointment, he didn't think of it.

This was a dereliction of duty on his part.

Come to think of it, for a busy man like Song Chongjiang, making a reservation for dinner should be something that his assistant could easily do.

Feng He walked away feeling somewhat embarrassed. He secretly covered his face, thinking that he had wasted the "big client" that his manager had secretly secured for him.

He looked at Song Chongjiang guiltily, hoping that he would not give him a bad review.

Song Chongjiang sat at the table, looking at the neon-lit night scene outside the window.

Not long after, a well-dressed lady, whose temperament and appearance were far superior to ordinary people, sat down opposite Song Chongjiang.

Feng He was watching secretly in the corner. According to the system, this was the blind date that Grandma Song arranged for Song Chongjiang: Miss Li.

Feng He was just thinking about how to ruin this blind date when the system issued a task.

[Ding! Limited-time mission: When opening the red wine, pour it on Song Chongjiang to destroy his image.]

Feng He thought this was a good idea. It was impossible for Song Chongjiang to go on a blind date with Miss Li when his clothes were dirty.

After Miss Li arrived, the dishes that Song Chongjiang had ordered began to be served slowly.

Without exception, except for the heavy dishes, all the others were served by Feng He.

Every time he would secretly glance at Song Chongjiang's seat, thinking about how to pour the red wine.

You have to find a good angle first.

Seeing that the two of them seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation, Feng He became a little anxious. Why hadn't they served the wine yet?

Feng He didn't stop being anxious until he was told to bring the red wine up to pour for Song Chongjiang and Miss Li.

Because she was too anxious, Feng He didn't even have to pretend to accidentally spill the red wine on Song Chongjiang.

He poured the wine too quickly and didn't control the force well, so the bottle overflowed.

Feng He, who had achieved her goal at this time, rolled her eyes, as if she had discovered her mistake, and hurriedly tried to take the bottle and cup away, but accidentally knocked over the wine in the goblet.

"Ding!"

The goblet fell between Song Chongjiang's legs, and the red wine splashed all over his suit pants, and some even splashed onto his white shirt.

The whole audience fell silent.

Miss Li looked at Feng He angrily. What's wrong with this little waiter!

Did he come here on purpose to ruin her life? !

The blind date opportunity that she had fought so hard for was probably going to be ruined again.

Miss Li is about to faint.

The manager covered his weathered eyes with his hands, looking hopeless.

That's Song Chongjiang! What's going on with Feng He?

Although he usually looks silly and cute, he has never made any mistakes.

Only Feng He showed a triumphant smile in his heart about this matter.

[.....Who is the kind person who filled the goblet with red wine?] The stupid host's actions were so intentional that it was too obvious! So stupid.

However, the system is quite happy because this might increase Feng He's viciousness value.

Song Chongjiang looked at the wine stain with sharp eyes and frowned deeply.

However, even though Feng He did such a thing, Song Chongjiang did not show a horrified expression, but looked at him with a smile.

Feng He shuddered, feeling that this expression was even more terrifying.

The manager came running over in a hurry and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He said respectfully, "Mr. Song, would you like me to take you to the cloakroom to tidy up first?"

Song Chongjiang just glanced at Feng He who was standing there blankly.

The manager immediately understood and said to Feng He, "Feng He, take Mr. Song with you."

Feng He nodded dumbly: "Oh, oh, okay."

Feng He led the way in front, while Song Chongjiang called his assistant from behind and asked him to send a set of clothes to the restaurant and to send Miss Li back at the same time.

I'll apologize to her some other day.

Feng He took Song Chongjiang to his own cloakroom, which had employee lockers and five public changing areas.

Song Chongjiang looked at the environment inside, paused, said nothing, and walked in with Feng He as usual.

When they were alone together, Feng He finally remembered that she wanted to apologize to Song Chongjiang.