Son of Satan

"One of the reasons why Youfei was not sentenced to death for the manslaughter of Rouxi Mokawi's sister was that Rouxi Mokawi was not a member of the Mokawei family back then; He is an orphan, and he is an insignificant pariah like me now; and the Yula family was already very famous back then, and it was common for nobles to kill one or two pariahs, and no one would hold them accountable.

It's just that Yu Fei was unlucky, and was forced to be thrown into prison by Moxi Mokawei.So no matter what age, the life of the poor is worthless.

Chris let go of his hand in embarrassment, with an unnatural expression on his face. "Are you okay working here?"

"It's not enough to lack arms or legs."

"Does this happen often today?"

"No, it's just that I was unlucky to meet a lunatic today."

"You're bleeding." Chris wanted to touch my face, but I avoided it indiscriminately.

"Your Majesty, I have thick skin, and it's fine to bleed a little."

"But??????"

"If your majesty is all right, I'll go back to work. I hope you'll have fun here." After I finished speaking, I didn't even have the courage to show Chris's face, so I turned and left.I also don't care about being so polite.

During the period, Chris asked me to deliver wine a few times. I don’t know if it was my illusion. Every time I came to Chris, my eyes were a little sad. I didn’t know that I thought he was the one who was abandoned.Every time I have such an illusion, I will laugh at myself, Jay, you think too much, even if the whole world is abandoned, Chris will not be the one who is abandoned.

Chris stays at the bar until the evening, the hourglass hanging on my bar, it's time to get off work.

I said: "Your Majesty, I'm leaving get off work. If you still don't plan to leave, I'll ask someone to bring you wine."

Disappointment flashed across Chris' face, and he glanced at the hourglass on the bar. "Oh! It's so late, it's time to go back."

"Then, Your Majesty, I am leaving."

"Wait." He was called out as soon as he took two steps. "That, your tip." Chris handed me a small purse.Seeing that I didn't answer, he said: "I am very satisfied with your service, so this is all for you."

The waiters here generally have tips, so I stopped being polite and took the money bag.Geli Literature Network is heavy, if you are really rich, even a tip is more than my monthly salary. "Thanks!"

As soon as Chris's back disappeared through the door, a big fat and ugly hand stretched out in front of me.

Turning his head to the greasy boss, he stared at me with straight eyes.I flatter right away. "Boss, you are back." I hope he will not remember today's farce, otherwise I will face the crisis of unemployment.

Still reaching out to the boss, looking at me.I asked, "Boss, what are you?"

The boss's eyes moved from my face to my hand, to be precise, the purse in my hand. "Bring it!"

"Boss, this is a tip from a guest."

"I know."

"Then you still want to..."

"You work here, and I pay your salary. All your labor in the bar is responsible for your salary, so asking for tips from customers is also one of your jobs. Bring it!" The last sentence is particularly impersonal.

"But other people can take tips too."

"You also know it's someone else, not you."

"But……"

"Don't worry, I didn't pay you for the things you broke. A bottle of wine in the bar is more than your daily wages." The boss stuffed his money bag and smiled with satisfaction. "Since it's your first time working in the service hall today, I'll just be merciful and deduct a day's salary from you. Work hard!" He patted me on the shoulder a few times, smiling ambiguously and wriggling his huge buttocks. Ass gone.

Depend on!Bullying does not bring such a thing.I pointed my middle finger at his back.

The boss turned around suddenly, his eyes rolled on me. "If you don't like the job of a waiter, you can come to me at any time, and I will change it to something easier."

Pooh!I don't even take a mirror to look at my own appearance. If you want me to tell you, you might as well let yourself starve to death.

I didn’t get my salary at night, so I bought a can of milk with the leftover noodles and a few copper coins from lunch, warmed it up at home, and brought it out for the little kid to eat.

The little kid frowned at the dry, shriveled piece of bread. "Is this for dinner?"

I haven't eaten all day, and I have encountered something unpleasant, which makes me not in a good mood.I said, "You can eat some of them, and if you think it's three or four, I'll pack you up and take you home."

"What about my wine?"

"Why do you have so many demands? I'm sorry to tell you that you will quit drinking from today. It's not good for such a young child to drink alcohol." I rubbed his head vigorously.

"Okay!" The little boy pouted and took a bite of the bread. "Aren't you going to eat?"

I gulp as he swallows food. "No, I've already eaten, you can eat."

"Really? I'll give you a sip of the milk. Today's milk is not good." He pushed the milk glass towards me.

Impossible, I buy milk at the same place every day, and the taste will definitely remain the same. It is impossible for such a young child to learn to lie.I took a sip suspiciously.

"Little kid, you have learned to deceive people at such a young age, and you are still the same as before. Why is it so unpalatable?"

The little kid didn't care. "Anyway, I won't eat it, you can eat it."