[Zhongyingmei] I don't want to save you today

Iris stood outside the crowd at the door contemplating her life for a few seconds.

The black and simple plaque gleamed in the afterglow of the setting sun that was about to melt, and it seemed to come alive for a moment under Iris' staring eyes, flowing around like a liquid, and being careful not to let it drip.

Is she hallucinating from a hangover?

Why didn't she find the Chinese restaurant where she worked so psychedelic before?

At this time, the black door outside the Chinese restaurant—boss Wang once told her that it is called black in China—slowly closed.

This store has the same personality as the boss, it can be closed whenever it wants, and it can be opened when it comes to mind.

When Iris was bored, she guessed that this should be the primary reason why she had asked for leave many times but had not been fired.Because Boss Wang just didn't want to open the door either.

It is worth mentioning that, after this reason, it is because her charming beauty can attract many customers.Although sometimes it seems like this one doesn't quite... make sense.

The crowd has gradually dispersed, accompanied by small sighs of disappointment and impatient complaints.Many people walked to other Chinese restaurants on this street with some frustration, thinking whether they should come to try their luck tomorrow.

Shouting and intermittent soliciting sounds began to sound.Iris took a step forward, not minding people's probing gazes on her makeup, and walked towards the back door of the restaurant.

Just as he walked out after changing his clothes, he saw Boss Wang who was in charge of cooking in the kitchen.

He was still standing there in a robe, as if he was drinking tea, and he was not affected by the thick oily smoke in the kitchen.

It seems that he is not cooking in the kitchen, but drinking tea and dancing. (error)

He turned his head slowly to say hello to Iris, and without looking at the pot, he just poured down the black soy sauce with his left hand while shaking the spatula in his hand.

Iris stared at his hands nervously, fearing that if he accidentally slipped his hands, the pot would be ruined.

"Good afternoon, Iris."

Iris lowered her head and straightened the messy bow on the chest of the apron, then looked up at him.

It turned out to look like this.

Different from the inconspicuous appearance she imagined, Boss Wang's appearance is definitely not the kind of face that disappears from everyone.On the contrary, the deep facial features and the gentle and correct smile, which are different from traditional Asians, can be said to be extremely impressive.

How could she forget what such a good-looking man looked like?

It's not that she forgot, but that others don't want her to remember.

Boss Wang saw Iris's dignified expression, and didn't ask her what happened. He just turned his head and reached for the salt beside the pot.

There was silence in the air for a few seconds, and I could only smell... Iris sniffed the aroma of sweet and sour pork ribs.

"If it's convenient for you, please help me deliver these two bowls of soup to table 3. By the way, pour a cup of tea for the newcomer at table 4."

"Oh, alright."

Iris came back to his senses from his warm voice, and went to serve the plate belatedly.

His English is very standard, but it is not the traditional American accent or the public school accent that many Chinese people like.The faint cadence between his words sounds very comfortable.

Which dialect is this?

Iris wondered in her mind which part of the United States had such an accent.

Thoughts and high heels didn't affect the speed of the mighty Iris. She raised the plate above her shoulders and pushed the kitchen door open with a snappy movement.

Table 3...

Iris passed through the specially arranged screen and the blue and white porcelain that looked expensive for the height of the person, and went straight to the table No. [-], and briefly looked at those people.

The four of them all looked like nerds wearing short-sleeved outerwear, looking a bit dull.One of the boys who looked like an Indian couldn't even speak when he saw her.He turned his head and whispered something in the ear of the person next to him.

Iris raised her eyebrows and said nothing. She put down the soup and took out the menu.

"Hello, do you have any thoughts?"

"Excuse me (excuseme?) [Please automatically make up Xie Er's incredible tone], we haven't ordered anything yet, what's going on with these two bowls of soup?"

Iris was taken aback: "This is a random gift from our shop."

The tall, thin man continued: "But we haven't ordered anything yet. And why don't we give four bowls of soup as a gift? I thought it was obvious that we had..."

A shorter man wearing glasses sitting next to him stopped him from continuing to say, and pulled his clothes, "Forget it, Sheldon, don't worry about it. The previous one didn't open today , and it was not easy for us to get into this family.”

The person next to him was still complaining in a low voice: "I told you that it is very unwise to change to a Chinese restaurant. The previous one..."

"Sheldon!" He raised his voice, and the man named Sheldon twisted his neck and swallowed unwillingly.

After yelling at Sheldon, the man turned to Iris and said apologetically, "Don't argue with him, he..."

He shrugged.

"Hey! I'm not crazy, my mother took me to check!"

The man next to him said very dissatisfied.

Iris: "..."

"Are you still ordering?"

Those few people seem to be quite used to such a fierce waiter, only the person named Xie Er struggled in the end and muttered something similar to "I am the only one who values ​​tradition".

"Sweet and sour pork ribs, braised pork, dumplings and diced rabbit?"

After confirming the menu for the last time, Iris stepped on her high heels and came to table number four.

A guy, wearing sunglasses, a short-sleeved suit, and a very…expensive watch.

A little familiar.

Iris couldn't help looking at his... watch a few more times while pouring tea.

Who looks so familiar?

Seeing that Iris had been secretly looking at him, the man sighed exaggeratedly, then evoked a knowing and meaningful smile, and took off his sunglasses flirtatiously.He graciously let her look at it casually, and even showed her a wicked smile.

Iris: "???"

What the hell?

The author has something to say: God, you are so indifferent (crying

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