little cotton

The winter clothes I ordered before arrived one after another in three or two days.

After dinner, Yu Ling squatted by the door with scissors and unpacked the large and small packages of couriers. Zhong Chuyun took a detour to the express cabinet at the main entrance to pick them up after parking the car in the garage.

Especially on the third day, there were so many deliveries that Zhong Chuyun couldn't move his hands to open the door when he arrived at the door. He still yelled to turn on the sensor light that had just gone out, and then called Yu Ling who was watching TV to the door. .

Although the one after another courier made Yu Ling heavily in debt, she had never touched so many brand new and beautiful clothes in her life. Thinking that they all belonged to her, she was as happy as if she got a beloved toy child.

She put on a thick coral fleece pajamas, and put on new slippers with thick soles and wrapped heels, and the insides of the shoes were all soft and plush.

She has several pairs of cotton winter socks and new shoes for going out.

A pair of light gray, a pair of khaki, thick velvet cotton and wool insoles, and a pair of new thicker socks, which made the slightly larger shoes fit and warm at once.

Close-fitting thermal underwear, a beautiful sweater inside, a woolen coat and down jacket outside, and a plush scarf with a pair of gloves attached.

The things that were unpacked from the big and small packages were all things that she had never dared to think about before.

Zhong Chuyun tidied up the closet in the bedroom, made a little room, and stuffed Yu Ling's new clothes into it.

Suddenly there are a lot of things of my own in the small house, like a homeless person who has found a place to return to. The girl who was thinking of escaping from here a few days ago was so excited to fight around Zhong Chuyun in this room. turned around.

It took a week for Yu Ling to find a job.

It was a clothing store on the side of the street. A waiter just happened to leave in the past few days. Seeing the job advertisement posted at the door, Yu Ling jumped in quickly.

The store manager looked at the young girl who was strongly recommending herself and thought for a while, then quickly made a decision to "try it out for a few days first".

The little girl is beautiful and has a sweet smile. Her beautiful apricot eyes seem to be able to talk to the stars in the sky. Although her red face is thin, she still has some baby fat that has not faded away. For small dimples, it is the type that is particularly easy to like at first glance.

Although his personality is a bit shy and his mouth seems a little clumsy, but as a waiter in a street shop, being good-looking is already an advantage, and there is nothing else that cannot be taught.

The store owner said that the basic salary for this job is [-] a month, plus [-] for full attendance, and a [-]% commission for every item sold.

When there are no customers, you should pay attention to the cleaning and tallying of the goods in the store. When you have customers, you must be eloquent, lead, lead, and help them choose products.

The probationary period is about one week, [-] per day, [-]% commission, a boxed meal is included, and the taxi fare is reimbursed for the evening shift.

Yu Ling didn't have any idea about these numbers, and when she heard that after becoming a full-time employee, there would be at least fourteen thousand a month, and one meal could be included, so she immediately agreed happily.

Just like that, she changed into the work clothes in the store on the spot, and started to work like a senior in the store.

A week passed quickly, and the store's business was not so good, not even as lively as Sister Li's dumpling shop, but Yu Ling got her wish.

The waiters do not have weekends and work in two shifts.

If you work in the morning shift, it is from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, and if you work in the evening shift, it is from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm.

This store is not far from home. If it is an early shift, I can pack up after get off work and take the bus home for about four to 10 minutes, and I still have time to cook a meal.But if it is an evening shift, the bus is gone, so I can only take a taxi, and I can wash and sleep every day from house to house.

Yu Ling's new job undoubtedly made the family creditor's dinner impossible.

However, Zhong Chuyun didn't seem to mind this, but after reading Yu Ling's weekly shift schedule after becoming a regular, he said lightly: "Be careful on the way back from the evening shift, and do it for a while. If you feel tired, don't worry about it." You have to force yourself."

"It's not forced at all!" Yu Ling said, clenching the chopsticks in her hand.

It was shown on TV that a human girl may encounter unsafe things when she goes home alone at night, but she is a cotton flower, a fairy who has been cultivated into a human form, so there is no reason to be afraid of ordinary bad guys.

As for the question of whether she was tired or not, she didn't have to care about it.

Yu Ling has lived for so long, and has done all kinds of dirty work. She stays in the air-conditioned store like this every day, without being exposed to the sun and rain, and does not need to bend over. Even if the customers who came to the store were not all kind-hearted, they were still much easier to talk to than the group of goblins in Yu's family who were connected with her blood.

To tell the truth, she always thought that selling dumplings in Sister Li's shop was an easy job, but looking at it now, some jobs were really much easier than selling dumplings in Sister Li's shop.

The store manager also praised her for her sweet mouth and cleverness, her ability to respond very quickly, and she is also very capable.

Yu Ling has never been praised a few times since she was a child. This kind of compliment, which is obviously just a few words casually, may not mean anything to others, but it is very useful to her.

After dinner, Zhong Chuyun was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and when he heard brisk humming from the kitchen, he couldn't help turning down the volume of the TV slightly.

The girl's voice is always low and small on weekdays, and she is always cowering, as if she is afraid of something.

Perhaps because of that new job, Yu Ling has somewhat changed.

At this moment, the song that Yu Ling was humming was an Internet hit that suddenly became popular on the short video platform recently.

It's not really good, it's just that the chorus part is very brainwashing. Every time Zhong Chuyun hears his colleagues playing it in and out of the office, he can't help frowning.

Zhong Chuyun was originally disgusted with this song, but as soon as it came out of the girl's mouth, even if the words were vague, it made her feel very comfortable.

It turned out that the little voice that seemed to be only whispering forever could also be as melodious and melodious as Yingge.

After washing the dishes, Yu Ling bouncingly ran to the desk in the bedroom and sat down.

She turned on the lamp on the desk, drew a sheet of her own schedule, and wrote down clearly which day Zhong Chuyun had dinner and which day she had to figure out a solution by herself.

In the end, Yu Ling came out with the form she had drawn, and pasted it on the wall between the kitchen and the bedroom.

"I posted the schedule here. You take a look before you go out every day. On days when I don't have time to cook, if you are too lazy to do it alone, you can solve it outside and come back."

The young girl with a childish face tapped the form on the wall with her thin fingers, muttering like an old patriarch.

Zhong Chuyun nodded and kept his eyes on the TV from the beginning to the end.

Yu Ling pursed her lips, poured herself a cup of hot water, walked a few steps to her side, and sat down gently.

The hot air from the heater beside the sofa was blowing gently, and chilblain ointment was quietly placed on the corner of the coffee table.

The girl's frostbitten hands and feet have improved, and they are no longer itchy when exposed to heat as before.

Because yesterday was the evening shift and today is the morning shift, Yu Ling didn't sleep well.

She sat in front of the sofa and watched TV for a while. When the plot was getting exciting, but the warm wind was blowing too comfortably, she was sleepy and unreasonable. On Zhong Chuyun's shoulder.

The second that fell down, before Zhong Chuyun had time to be surprised, Yu Ling's eyes widened vigilantly in an instant, and she bounced up again like a tumbler.

But the spirit in his eyes only lasted for a second.

"Go to bed when you're sleepy, and watch it tomorrow."

"I don't have to watch it tomorrow. Tomorrow is the evening shift. If I don't watch it today, I will miss the plot for two days."

Yu Ling muttered softly, but she still stood up, went to the bathroom, soaked her feet in hot water, wiped off the chilblain ointment, and went to bed first.

Before returning to the house, she stood at the door of the bedroom, looked at Zhong Chuyun on the sofa, and beeped softly: "Please help me watch it, and I will watch it tomorrow, and when I am free, you have to tell me the plot. "

"En." Zhong Chuyun responded lightly, and when he turned around, Yu Ling was no longer behind him.

She wanted to change the channel, but after hesitating again and again, she silently watched the TV show where the heroine was set up to be silly and stupid and her facial features flew around from beginning to end, and the heroine was set up to be cold and domineering, but he was rendered facially paralyzed by the AI ​​acting. A Mary Su idol drama full of logic bugs everywhere.

After the two episodes were finished, Zhong Chuyun turned off the TV, and subconsciously went to Yu Ling's schedule to take a look.

On the hand-painted form, a round cotton flower is drawn on every day with dinner, and there is only a crying cartoon fox head on the day without dinner.

At the bottom of the form, there is a line of beautiful small characters - "Don't be lazy and skip meals!"

At the end of the small characters, there is a little cotton "≧?≦" lying on the fox's head.

Zhong Chuyun raised his finger slightly, and lightly poked the silly-looking sticky cotton with his fingertip.

In Gujing Wubo's eyes, a trace of warmth could not help but float up.