[Shanshan is here] Please give me more advice for the rest of my life

After get off work in the afternoon, I sent Xiao Wu's clothes to the dry cleaner, and then wrote the address, asking them to send them directly to Xiao's house after cleaning.

When I was about to go home, I received a call from the manager of the restaurant asking if I wanted to try a new dish.

I struggled for a while.

The place where I am standing, the restaurant, and my home are basically distributed in an isosceles obtuse triangle. It is really not a good place to kill two birds with one stone.

But after a little recall of the kitchen and refrigerator at home, and finally only found a sprawling cat on the empty dining table, he made up his mind decisively.

Stay away, stay away, after all, I haven't learned how to make cat meat delicious.

Probably because of the weather, the winter atmosphere with short days and long nights became more intense. When I arrived at the restaurant, it was completely dark, and Zhou Hang was waiting for me at the door.

Right now it is the peak time for dining, and there are quite a lot of people in the restaurant. He was wearing a manager uniform, greeted an old customer with ease, and told the waiter to treat him well, then walked up to me, and said with a smile: "Boss .”

I suddenly regretted coming here.

He had no choice but to smile on the surface and said: "Manager Zhou."

It's really not that I'm making a fuss, but based on my experience since I took over the store for a few months, it's usually nothing good for him to laugh like this.

Zhou Hang is still the "inheritance" left to me by the previous boss. Although, when I said this, he said to himself and did not listen to dissuasion, and added a modifier in front of these two words - precious.

But after all, it is true that he is capable and dedicated. If there is no him, I may not dare to go to this restaurant in a state where I am so busy and can only half give up.

The conscientious manager Zhou maintained a professional smile: "Then let's go to the kitchen now."

I:"……"

"You wouldn't be..."

"Ah, if you're asking about the private room," he answered quickly, "then it was fully booked yesterday afternoon."

really.

I sighed hopelessly: "Isn't there a table for me?"

"As you can see," he touched his nose, "the last one, the guest who came just now is sitting."

I just want to slap him in the face with this menu.

"Doesn't this just mean that our restaurant is popular?" He looked very innocent, and said righteously, "Besides, you have also said that the customer is God."

"It's true that the customer is God." I sneered, "Then do you know what a boss is?"

He finally zipped his mouth with a bitter face.

It was a coincidence. I took over this restaurant because the boss was about to move his family abroad and was in a hurry to make a move. The restaurant itself is fine, whether it is staffing or normal operation, it seems to be in order.

Therefore, I just made a simple repair later, and the staff didn't change much, so I went straight to business.

They were all acquaintances, and Zhou Hang didn't have much airs, so the atmosphere was a little less formal and serious, and a little more friendly and acquainted.

For example, now, there are small employees who pass by who are accustomed to seeing it as a strange thing and make a face at him: "Ah, today's manager is also bent on money."

I laughed.

If there is anything that can make the manager of my restaurant shut up and obey, it is definitely money. Once it is related to money, it is a fight for every inch of land, and it is a desperate money string.

Zhou Hang gave him a "wait to deduct the money" look, and he really led me into the kitchen.

The cleanliness of the kitchen is actually very good. It seems that Zhou Hang has indeed caught it with great effort, and it has nothing to do with the mess. It’s just that I thought about the way the boss of the other people was trying the dishes, and I still couldn’t help but feel that I was alive. A bit miserable: "Can you bring me a stool?"

When Zhou Hang led the order to go out, the corners of his mouth twitched while holding back his laughter.

Luckily, the new dish I was given to try was pretty good.

The chef responsible for the research and development was affirmed, and after thanking him, he was ready to improve it again and put it on the menu.

Zhou Hang sent me out, while pretending to reflect on himself, he said that today was not prepared enough, and the next one will not be an example.

I was about to be laughed at: "How many guests are there at night, are there enough tables, and Manager Zhou can't see?"

"Who knows, boss, you bought a restaurant just to find a place to eat for yourself."

I:"……"

It's the other way around! !If I come to my own restaurant to eat, can I still be accused of being too busy? !

Zhou Hang held his chin: "I thought it was at least to treat people to dinner."

Well done, he is really not afraid of death!

However, he was afraid of deducting money.

So, Manager Zhou, who regards money as his life, quickly stopped a taxi for me, opened the car door flatteringly, bowed his hands and made a gesture of invitation: "Goodbye, boss."

Only ghosts believe the sincerity of this goodbye!

When I got off the taxi, I received another text message from him, asking me if I got home safely, and reassured that today was really an accident, and he would definitely reserve the best place for me tomorrow.

I was dumbfounded by his desire to survive, and I said that I really wouldn't use this to reduce his salary before I stopped.

When he turned off his phone and was about to walk into the building, he was stunned for a moment.

I was downstairs in the community and saw that familiar car for the second time in one day.

At ten o'clock in the evening in winter, there is no one outside, and there is no shelter, so the situation on the other side can be seen clearly at a glance.

Including, the driver who sat in the driver's seat cautiously and did not dare to make a sound, and Xiao Wu who sat in the back row and fell asleep on the back of the seat.

He seemed to be sleeping unsteadily, frowning slightly, and looked a little tired.

The wind blew in from the open window, messing up the neatly combed hair, making it less cold and serious, and more soft.

If Jiajia saw it, she would probably cover her mouth and yell for unknown reasons, as the thick bottom of the wine bottle's myopia lenses would reflect the light.

The man sitting in the driver's seat seemed to be over middle-aged, and his temperament was quite honest and honest. The window in the back seat was probably open, and he was rubbing his hands slightly because of the cold, but he didn't close it.

When I saw him rubbing his hands and paying attention to the situation behind him, I felt a little funny and sad for a while.

It's not that he doesn't know how cold it is, and it's probably not that he doesn't want to close the window, but that he doesn't dare.

Because, that window was probably opened by Xiao Wu.

He was a person who always did his own thing and said one thing, and there was no room for others to comment on the decision. Even if he expected the final bloody result, he would grit his teeth and go all the way to the dark.

So over time, no one dared to disobey his wishes, they were too busy to be wise and protect themselves, they were too busy doing things that had nothing to do with them, they didn't overdo it and they didn't talk too much.

As for whether he will get sick after being exposed to the cold wind for a long time, who cares?

I thought of these inexplicable things recently, and when I was in a gloomy mood, I couldn't help thinking a little badly: everyone is equal before a cold, this kind of freezing method, when you are coughing and wiping your nose and your nose is red, can you still maintain it? What a calm and expressionless face, still standing upright.

In the end, I felt a little funny, such a naive revenge, but I haven't experienced it for many years.

Tsk, boring.

I didn't realize that I had been standing there for a long time until the wind was blowing my body a little cold.

I had no choice but to go forward and tap lightly on the window of the driver's cab.

The man had already rolled down the window a little bit. I looked at him and felt somewhat strange. The last time Xiao Wu called was not Meng Kai. I thought it was just a coincidence. Now it seems that he really changed the driver?

But what is the reason?

The man didn't know if he knew me, he hesitated for a while, then turned his head uncertainly, as if he wanted to wake Xiao Wu up.

I had no choice but to stop him: "No, just drive back."

"But……"

"It's okay." I smiled, "You just say, you were kicked out by the community security."

"Ah?" The man looked a bit embarrassed,

"Let's just say that." I turned and walked down the corridor.

"But, Xiao always deliberately..."

I sighed.

After walking a few steps, I still couldn't help but turned around and added: "Close the window."

"The back row."

The weather is so cold, what's wrong with taking a hot bath and then hiding in a warm bed, why waste each other's time?