There is a noodle restaurant [Zhongyingmei]

Jenny is a waiter at a noodle shop in Queens, New York. She joined the shop three months ago and became a full-time employee in one month. Her monthly salary is 3000 knives with tips, and she can earn about 4000 a month. She is very satisfied with her job, after all, not everyone The restaurants here are all like this restaurant, with a relaxed atmosphere and many customers, and the tip is also very good.

Therefore, she is very enthusiastic and doesn't want to lose this job, so when she saw someone on the second floor of the noodle shop, she thought it was a thief, handed the plate to her partner, and walked up the stairs lightly. She had learned Sanda and subdued a thief should be no problem.

But as soon as she stepped up a flight of stairs, the wooden door used to partition the second floor opened.

Xia Mian and Jenny caught sight of each other unexpectedly.

Jenny's surprise was beyond words, and she didn't seem to react.

Xia Mian: "One of the store's mottos is that no one is allowed to go to the second floor without the boss's permission, have you forgotten?"

Jenny came back to her senses, with doubts still in her eyes, "But what if there are thieves in the store, the rules need to be applied flexibly, who are you?"

It doesn't look like a thief.

Xia Mian understood the vigilance in Jenny's words, and couldn't help being helpless: "My name is Xia Mian, your boss."

Jenny took a step back suddenly. At that moment, she thought that she must be fired, but Xia Mian didn't get angry at her. She went downstairs, went to the back kitchen to find the store manager, and negotiated. The assistant in the kitchen will bring I took half a day off with pay.

"There are a lot of orders today, and there is a school that orders takeout at noon every day, with a lot of servings, so he delivers it every time. If the boss wants to replace him, it may not be convenient?"

The store manager thought that Xia Mian was in a hurry, so he came to the grassroots to experience life.

Ah, the current rich second generation can really play with anything, the store manager thought silently, he didn't want this rich second generation to come into contact with the kitchen, in case he made weird things for the guests and smashed the signboard.

The old employee who has been the manager of this store for 20 years is worried.

Although the behind-the-scenes boss of this store is mysterious and does not appear often, except for an account number and a number for contact, a man named Tang Yue who is similar to a housekeeper exists to replace Xia's family to manage the flow of personnel in various noodle restaurants.

"Well, I know."

Xia Mian checked the soup base and seasoning, but didn't pay attention to the store manager's expression.

"Keep busy, I just finished the school order and went to deliver food,"

Noodles are not a food that can be kept for a long time.

Xia Mian modified the flour formula two years ago to make it strong and smooth and easy to store, so that it won't get mushy if you don't eat it for 10 minutes.

Noon is the peak time, and the back kitchen is hot and stuffy. The store manager came to check it several times to see when the rich second generation can't stand it, so he can contact the cook to come back and continue.

But Xia Mian is more resistant to heat than the chef. When the chef put a wet towel around his neck to wipe his face, she had no other equipment except an apron.

The movement of kneading the dough is also quite neat, and you can't tell that you are a novice at all.

It looks like an old cook with decades of skill.

But how is that possible.

Obviously so young.

Xia Mian: I haven't been down for decades, and my hand is born.

Thanks to Tang Yue who managed the noodle shop when she was away, otherwise it would be hard to say whether the noodle shop would still exist.

Looking back, I asked him what else he wanted. Letting him stay in Karma Taj to study a few years ago was a bit of compensation. His ambition was well hidden, but Xia Mian could see it through.

Fortunately, he learned quite well.

The dough was "slapped" and thrown on the panel, and the shoulders of the other people in the kitchen trembled subconsciously. Fucking the strength, Xia Mian turned to look at the soup and pulled the noodles into the pot.

"...Boss, your grandma taught you this craft by yourself, right?"

The chef seemed to know a lot about the history of Youjian noodle shop, he asked in a low voice.

Xia Mian: "...Grandma?"

"The lady who founded the noodle shop in 1939, it was not easy for a woman to open a shop in that era."

Xia Mian smiled politely: "Ah, I taught it with my own hands, and the essence has been passed down."

Gradually, loud and small compliments came from the kitchen.

What are you talking about so good at such a young age, the rich second generation is not only the narcissistic and arrogant type like Stark, etc...

Aestivation: Indifference.

Pinching the time when the school ends, Xia Mian puts the packaged food into an insulated takeaway box, rides a small yellow motorcycle belonging to the noodle shop, and drives along the route to the Xavier Youth Talent School.

Xia Mian hasn't ridden a motorcycle for so many years, ah, probably hasn't ridden since graduating from university, rubbing on the verge of being fined, the traffic police on the road may collectively have diarrhea and didn't come today.

Driving to the college, he said to the guard who looked like an ordinary person: "The lunch delivery man, can you go in now?"

The guard looked up and said, "Eh? Where's Fein who came to deliver the food earlier?"

Xia Mian: "Well, he's on vacation."

"Oh."

Xia Mian entered the school smoothly, and walked to the teacher's office according to the route he remembered.

The gloomy picture with blurred memory is imprinted in my mind at the same time as the vividness seen by the eyes. The boys and girls running around the school, laughing and laughing, look no different from ordinary schools. If you ignore the unknown objects that pop up into the sky from time to time, or Winged humans, red-skinned mutants, and other cute little guys.

Very good, Xia Mian didn't meet any acquaintances all the way to the downstairs of the teaching building.

Nice.

She just wants to see Charles and leave after talking. There are too many uncertain characters here.

Originally, Jianjian should be here, but for some reason, Xia Mian couldn't see him.

The journey went smoothly, but the teaching building was actually empty. It was very nice. Xia Mian came to the principal's office, knocked on the door, and a gentle and restrained voice came from inside.

"Enter."

I can't hear any change in mood from the sound, it's as pleasant as ever, but it's not difficult to hear the traces of time, and the precipitation is like a towering mountain that is hard to shake.

Xia Mian imagined what Charles looked like now, and then pushed open the door.

A dense group of people.

The people in the room might have been discussing something, and they didn't care when the door opened, but something was wrong with Charles' gaze. His usually restrained blue eyes rarely showed unexpected emotions, and they all followed Charles' gaze. past.

Xia Mian moved her lips, but did not make a sound.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became very strange.

"aestivation?"

"President of the Mutant Chamber of Commerce?"

"Who is she?"

"Isn't she dead?"

"Don't watch the news often? You lived two years ago, but you didn't die."

"Who died?"

"Wow……"

"It's bad……"

"It's hard for Eric to take the blame for so many years."

Half of the eyes of the group turned to Eric who was sitting next to Charles.

But whether it was Charles or Eric, they couldn't see any gossip from their expressions, they could only see some surprise at the reunion of old friends.

No, maybe Eric's expression was worse, and the aura around him sank instantly.

Charles was keenly aware of the slight trembling of the iron spoon in the coffee cup on the table, and he looked at Xia Mian who stood at the door as if standing at the junction of two worlds.

"Long time no see, Mian."

Aestivation doesn't really want to talk to Charles in this situation, a group of people, it's too scary.

But the politeness made her smile: "Well, long time no see, Charles, and Eric."

Xia Mian shifted her gaze slightly, and twitched the corner of her mouth: "Wow, Logan is here too."

Logan frowned and nodded, not knowing what he was struggling with, but his memory may have recovered.

And recovered.

Xia Mian didn't want to say anything, two words, embarrassing.

Xia Mian tried her best not to pay attention to some details, she put down the lunch box, and talked and laughed freely with a dozen pairs of eyes: "This is your lunch, I didn't expect such a coincidence, the regular customers in the noodle shop are you, I should have known I should give you some more side dishes."

Xia Mian maintained a perfect smile.

But my heart almost exploded.

Why did the old man reunite again, and the other party was so lonely that he delivered food.

awkward.

"It's really a coincidence, but you are the boss, how can you come and deliver it yourself?"

Charles' gentle words eased the atmosphere, and his friendliness told the others that Aestivation was still their friend.

It's just that Eric's attitude is very subtle.

He squinted at her without saying a word.

Xia Mian: "...the rich second generation go to the grassroots to experience life, it can be understood in this way."

Terrible, the sight of this group of people.

Xia Mian looked at the time, "Well, I still have a takeaway to deliver, see you later."

Charles chuckled: "Leave here soon, don't you talk about the fate of your little mutants?"

Xia Mian paused, was it her illusion, why did she feel that Charles was embarrassing her.

Others couldn't see it, and it was impossible for Charles not to see the embarrassment of Aestivation.

Xia Mian thoughtfully stared at Charles. Charles, who had no hair, looked a little uncomfortable, but his gaze was still the same as before, like the flowers of the kaolin.

Xia Mian pursed her lips, "Of course we need to talk, but we also need to do work. I will come to you again."

Xia Mian almost fled away.

Why run away.

Aestivation doesn't have anything to do with Charles. If you want to talk about it, those little guys are probably one of them.

But that's not the main reason.

"I did something wrong."

Xia Mian leaned against the wall in the stairwell, covering her face.

Xia Mian has done many wrong things for her own self-interest, but it is impossible to regret it. She has already done what she regrets. She is well aware of her mistakes, but she will never correct them, because at that time, she has no other choice.

Maybe she is too serious and attached to certain things.

At that time, Aestivation dealt with mutants, Eric and Charles' forces, very simply and rudely.

Looking back now, it's completely untenable.

It really is……

There are many accidents in old age.

Xia Mian sighed deeply.

"Ugh--"

Xia Mian was taken aback, when did his voice become manly?She put down her hand covering her face and raised her head keenly.

The COS Spider-Man on top of his head was wearing a pervert in a tights. Seeing that Xia Mian had spotted him, he raised his hand and made a gesture with two fingers, and whistled.

"Wei..."

"nonono!! Don't call my real name! Brother's name is taboo now, just like it's better not to mention Marvel in front of DC, otherwise I will disappear like fireworks in an instant. Brother is now the author's original character, you can call it My dear cheap, or unknown swordsmen, I like swordsmen."

Jianjian fell from the top, and his landing posture was very similar to someone, except that Peter didn't have two sharp double knives on his back.

Xia Mian narrowed her eyes: "So that's why you copied Peter's uniform and his landing posture?"

Cheap: nice~