The old man lost his memory again

Of course the woman said: "He has done so well, he must have experienced it like this. We are not born with gold spoons like you. He worked so hard to win Prince An's favor. You have to work hard, too. Otherwise, if you want to continue working here, you will have to suffer."

When the little prince heard it, his heart suddenly felt uncomfortable as if soaked in bitter water.

He only knew that An Qihe was very powerful, but he never thought about how much effort An Qihe had put in for this.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to breathe out.

The water hit the wound all at once, and he burst into tears from the pain.

It took a long time to wash it off, the woman took a look at his hand, fortunately the little prince didn't have much strength, the injury was not serious, so he bandaged him with a sigh of relief.

"Don't do the work of touching the water next, you go to the front to help greet the guests."

The little prince was so timid that he didn't dare to say no, he ran to the front desk after entering the back kitchen.

An Qihe was helping at the front desk for a while, and went to the back kitchen for a while. There were so many people that he couldn't even look at them, let alone see the little prince. He was afraid that standing in front of him, his mind would be full of what he wanted for this order. How to match a single.

The little prince slipped to the front desk, and immediately a girl stopped him and asked for a piece of fried chicken. An Qihe nodded repeatedly, but he didn't know what to do next, so he looked up to find An Qihe. Shan just entered the back kitchen, and didn't see the anxious little prince at all.

The little prince had no choice but to ask the girl at the front desk.

The girl had met the little prince in the mansion before, and she was surprised when she heard the little prince anxiously asking her how to place the order, so she immediately took the order from the young prince and looked tenderly at the customer who placed the order.

"What do you want, girl?"

"I want some fried chicken."

"We have four flavors here: non-spicy, slightly spicy, medium-spicy and heavy-spicy. Which one should the girl choose?"

"Will it be very spicy? I'd better choose not to be spicy."

"Well, if you think it's delicious, you can choose other flavors next time. The girl wants a non-spicy fried chicken. The total price is five cents. This is your order number, please keep it and call it to the top The number is your list, and there are still customers waiting ahead, so I hope you can understand that the meal will be ready within a quarter of an hour."

The girl was a little disgusted that it took so long, but seeing that there were so many people here, she felt embarrassed to say anything more.

After the girl at the front desk sent people away with a smile, she sent another handwritten order to a small window linked to the back kitchen. Someone in the window immediately took the order and pushed out another meal with the order paper attached. The girl picked up the meal and called the order number, and after a while, someone came over with the order number to write it off.

The girl put the order paper in the customer's hand into the drawer under the cabinet.

There were too many people, but fortunately, this girl was very clever and quick to use, so she comforted everyone well. The little prince saw that she had no time to teach, so he learned a little by himself. It was his left hand that was injured, and there was nothing wrong with his right hand. Handsome and good-looking, he put the first order paper into the small window in the back kitchen after a while.

After a while, I got the meal on the order paper written by him.

The little prince was very happy, and it was the first time he experienced the feeling of having done something with his own hands.

He smiled happily, turned around and joined the queue for ordering and serving food.

Happy is happy, but after working for a long time, he becomes tired and flustered, and the little prince's bandaged hand also oozes blood again because of the excessive range of movement, and it hurts intermittently.

But seeing that everyone was so busy, the little prince lost the courage to speak out, and ran to the side to wrap the gauze tightly again before returning to his post.

At this time, An Qihe had just finished making dozens of fried chicken, and the shredded vegetables in his hand were gone, so he wanted to cut some new ones. In a blink of an eye, he saw that there were extra uncut vegetables beside a chopping board, so he walked over His face was green: "Who was injured?"

Everyone stopped, looked left and right and shook their heads.

At this moment, the woman thought of it and said: "Oh, it's the new young master who cut his hand just now. I didn't think the wound was deep, so I bandaged him and asked him to go to the front desk. It's almost time now. He should go back and see Doctor?"

"The new young master?" An Qihe frowned. He never wanted to call the young master over to experience life. He only chose those who had worked hard and worked neatly. Even Gu Dongya refused when he wanted to help. , how can there be any young master?

And at this thought, his eyebrows twitched, hesitating in his heart that it might be the little prince, but he just couldn't help worrying.

As soon as he entered the front desk, he saw what he was most worried about happened.

With one hand tied to a mottled gauze stained with blood, the little prince awkwardly went to receive the meal.

An Qihe's eyes went dark, and when he came back to his senses, he had already arrived in front of the little prince, and he handed over the meal to the other girls who were working on the shift neatly, and then he dragged him to the backyard without saying a word.

"Little prince, why are you here?" An Qihe's temples twitched, especially when he saw the blood on the little prince's left hand.

The little prince lowered his head and said in a low voice, "My lord...this lord is here to help."

"Is the prince's help just to hurt yourself?" An Qihe couldn't help but shouted a little louder. He stared at the little prince's receding left hand, gritted his teeth and lifted the gauze, which didn't make him angry. Take your breath away.

The wound had been opened long ago, and the flesh around the wound was wrinkled with blood, seeing An Qihe's heart throbbing with pain.

"My lord, you..."

The little prince's eyes were also red: "This king... this king just made a mistake for a while, but this king actually did a good job!"

An Qihe wanted to scold him but couldn't come out, he was so distressed and distressed to death, he didn't say anything in the end, fearing that the little prince would be angry and refused to follow him to see the doctor, he just carried him and left.

The little prince exclaimed and was carried on his shoulders. Just as he was about to speak, An Qihe pinched his ass hard.

"Hey!" The little prince blushed immediately, panting in shock, "An Qihe, let me down!" An Qihe could snort, but walked straight to the market.

All of a sudden everyone around looked over, the little prince blushed, covered his face with his tattered fingers, and whispered timidly, "An Qihe, An Qihe, don't do this!"

An Qihe said: "I can only blame the little prince for insisting on finding pain for himself. In the future, if the little prince hurts himself again, I will hug him and walk around the city. What do you think, little prince?"

The little prince naturally disagreed, but because of An Qihe's strength, he lost his strength after struggling for a few minutes, and begged for mercy: "An Qihe, An Qihe, you, don't put this Wang Fang is so tall...too...too shameful, you, can you let me go with you?"

An Qihe refused: "The little prince is delicate and weak, so he won't torture him for such a long journey."

The little prince thought that this is torture, but he didn't dare to refute An Qihe, so he could only say: "Then, An Qihe, can you hug me? This king is dizzy."

It was true, he had lost too much blood just now and now he was weightless again, with his head basking in the sun, he was indeed dizzy.

Only then was An Qihe satisfied, and changed his posture into his arms, seeing the pale face of the little prince, he quickened his pace.

After a long time, the doctor reapplied the little prince with good medicine and finished bandaging him.An Qihe was holding the medicine, but his face still smelled bad.

On the way back, he didn't hold the little prince or carry him, so he trotted along beside him.

"An Qihe, An Qihe, where are you going?" Seeing An Qihe walking in another direction, the little prince hurriedly asked.

An Qihe: "The little prince always hurts himself when he goes out unruly, I will send the little prince back to the mansion."

The little prince was in a hurry: "I don't want to go back to the mansion, I'm going to help the store!"

An Qihe stopped immediately.

The little prince gave up after yelling, and stood on the spot looking at An Qihe cautiously.

An Qihe sent the medicine to the little prince's arms: "Then the little prince can go by himself."

The little prince didn't understand what this meant, and hurriedly grabbed An Qihe's sleeve: "You, you, you, aren't you going?"

An Qihe nodded: "The little prince is going, then I won't go."

The little prince immediately wrinkled his face: "What's the point if you don't go to me!"

"When I think of the little prince going there, he gets hurt for me, and it doesn't make sense for me to take it there."

Knowing that he was wronged, the little prince rushed to An Qihe's arms eagerly.

An Qihe didn't move like a mountain, the little prince groaned and chirped for a while, seeing that An Qihe didn't come to hug him, he took An Qihe's hand and made a gesture of hugging him: "Don't do this, An Qihe , now that the king knows how to do it, the king will not get hurt again."

An Qihe remained unmoved.

The little prince had no choice but to say: "I'm sorry, I just wanted to help, I didn't want to worry you, it was my fault for not telling you in advance, I will accompany you, so I can help at the front desk, okay?"

Only then did An Qihe snort, but didn't speak, and turned his head and still walked towards Prince An's mansion.

The little prince became angry when he saw it: "An Qihe, you bastard! Losing money, the king of losing money was injured because of you, but you, you are angry with this king, even, even the store doesn't care! You, when will you get it? The emperor's approval!"

An Qihe paused, and couldn't hold back a chuckle.

He turned his head to look at the little prince: "Little prince, I limited the sale to only a thousand copies a day, and it's already sold out now, and I never opened a shop in the past and didn't go back to my house..."

An Qihe suddenly approached the little prince in three or two steps, stretched out his hands to knead his waist, lowered his head and approached the little prince's neck, and the little prince's neck turned red when he was breathing: "The little prince won't go home, I want to go where?"

The little prince's legs were flaccid all of a sudden, his face blushed, he buried his head in his arms and moaned, "Bad, scoundrel!"

An Qihe hadn't done it for a long time. Seeing the young prince's appearance, he couldn't hold back at all. He picked him up, found a random inn nearby, asked someone to fill up the bath water, and carried him to bed. Lou ate a hard meal.

Afterwards, he carried the tired little prince to clean up, took off the gauze and reapplied the medicine while he was asleep, and then went back to the house with him on his back.