Supreme pardon

Holy Cauldron King Domain, Keshan City.

As the lunch time approached, there were more people and cars outside the Fugui Hotel. The kitchen staff started preparing from the morning. Following the yelling of the fat chef, the waiters wearing white headscarves queued up to the food pick-up window, and there was a long queue. Generally, the dishes just out of the pan are served on the dinner table.

"Lanzi, the one at table seventeen, don't make a mistake."

"Don't worry, thank you." Seeing the person put the soup pot directly on the plate in his hand, Mo Xinglan raised his head and smiled at the person, stepped aside to give the place to the person behind him, and strode towards the area he was in charge of Walk.

Serving the last dish to the seventeenth table, because his number was not called yet, Mo Xinglan hid in a corner to rest for a while, and Crescent Moon, who was also passing by with an empty tray, winked at him, opened his mouth, and said something silently What.

Although he couldn't hear him, Mo Xinglan could guess from the other party's smiling face that Yue Ya's group usually liked to make fun of him, and they must have seen Xu Peng help put the vegetables just now.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help frowning. Those of them who can only do the simplest jobs by selling their physical strength are destined to live at the bottom of the city. They don't have any entertainment on weekdays. If there is something about the people in an environment, they can magnify it and chat with relish for a month or two.

After seeing that the new kitchen assistant was interesting to him, although it was not good for them, but just like finding something interesting, this group of people began to match them up, not sure if they really wanted him to be with each other, or Just for fun.

Anyway, Mo Xinglan was very troubled by suddenly becoming the center of the topic. He once told Xu Peng that he was not interested in him, but he didn't know whether he was really stupid or just pretending. Xiaoxiao said that they are colleagues, but they are just getting along normally, so he should not be burdened.

What do you get along with?If he treats himself the same as he treats Yueya and the others, then he doesn't need to worry about it.

"Waiter!" Someone waved in the noisy hall, and Mo Xinglan straightened up and walked over immediately. For him, the busy day had just begun.

He paid attention to the area he was in charge of, and paid attention to the yelling of the people at the food pick-up window. When the meal time came, he never had a chance to stop and rest.

Fugui Hotel caters to a wide range of customers, ranging from ordinary residents to the children of big families, as long as they want to come in and can afford the meal, they will entertain them.

It’s just that they are different from those who sit in the private rooms upstairs. Those who come to eat in the lobby on the first floor have a small amount of money, but they are far from being rich. Of course, the meals provided on the first floor are much cheaper than those on the upper floor. It's actually more affordable to say the least.

You can get as much as you give.

Mo Xinglan believes in this point very much, let's say they are a restaurant, there are only three waiters waiting for one table in the private room upstairs.Downstairs is the busiest, but each waiter has to be in charge of eight tables, and many times they can't turn around, and they inevitably can't cope with the greetings of the guests, and all the scolding has to be borne by themselves.

If they don't want to be kicked by customers, they have to be flexible.

Fortunately, Mo Xinglan, who has been working in this environment for three years, has long been used to it. He has practiced the ability to see all directions and listen to all directions. As long as the guests at any table move their bodies slightly, he can immediately look over.

By the time the eight tables of guests had dispersed one by one, the time had already reached 02:30 in the afternoon.

Mo Xinglan and the waiter who had been helping for a long time finally had some spare time to catch their breath and looked at each other a few times. The young men in white headscarves grinned and shrugged, yelling to go to the corner room together to push out the hand-drawn trailer. , holding a half-person-high plastic bucket, and began to clean up the tables.

"Hey, it's really unlucky. When I was serving food today, I just poured out a little soup, and that shrew reached out and pinched it." Yue Yue poured the food residue into the small bucket as if venting her anger, and then put down the plate heavily, "The woman She looks really ugly, and I don't know how those people at the same table can eat with her, if I were me, I would have lost my appetite a long time ago."

"What are you? I was kicked by a short and skinny man." After the guests dispersed, the group of people finally had time to complain and complain, "After he kicked me, he immediately turned around and licked his face. The flattering face of the man at the same table is really disgusting."

"Didn't you see it just now?" Another waiter joined the conversation and said with a smile: "The table I was serving just now, yes, sat by the aisle, didn't the man bring three women with him? It's so lively, they are all young wives , If you put food for one, you have to pick the other two, and they have to be from the same part, you don’t see how tired you are after a meal.”

"Hahaha, I think you have chicken? The chicken only has two legs, what is he doing?"

"Why don't you say that he is tired, and he was caught by one, and the other two were arguing, but what should we do? There is only one chicken leg left?" Laughing loudly, his hands were not slow at all, the waiter with the inch cut cut the chopsticks Putting it together with the spoon, he straightened his waist and moved his upper body, "He held the last chicken leg in his hand, stared at the two women for a long time, and finally couldn't help stuffing the chicken leg into his mouth."

Mo Xinglan shook his head helplessly, the hall was in a mess after the guests dispersed, except for the waiters who cleaned up the plates in their respective areas, the cleaning workers who were waiting behind also rushed up, silently cleaning up the soup and rice on the floor .

"Before one chicken leg was finished, the two women stared at the other one. The man had no choice but to take the chicken leg back from the previous woman's bowl. I think he stuffed two chicken legs in his mouth. Chicken leg, almost choked to death!"

"Hahaha!"

Such a funny scene was uttered by people, with exaggerated tone and obscene gestures, which caused everyone in the dining room to laugh.

The exhaustion seemed to be diluted a bit. Although they talked cheerfully, their movements were not slow at all. More than a dozen people packed up at the same time. Apart from their voices, they could only hear the crisp sound of collisions between plates.

Slowly, someone changed the topic to the people in their hotel.

As soon as Mo Xinglan heard them talking about the people around him, his hands moved faster, and he wanted to leave early, but it didn't work out, and soon, someone he knew well began to tease about the scene he saw in the morning , "Xing Lan, I think Xu Peng really loves you, and he is afraid that you will burn, so he is eager to serve you soup."

"That's right, I saw it too, ouch, I'm jealous."

"Haha, why are you jealous, don't you have Chef Fang?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Swinging the white towel on the table, the round-faced young man's ears turned red.

"Haha, are you still shy? Think we're blind!" Yue Yaya pointed her mouth sharply, "I saw it last night, did he give you the leftovers he packed up?"

"Don't..." As if to cover up, the man made a ping-pong sound on the plate, shifted his firepower and said, "Aren't you just talking about Xinglan?"

"Okay, I'll let you off!" He laughed and pulled the car, and the one who spoke the loudest began to clean up the last two tables, "Xing Lan, you should give up your appetite, be careful that Xu Peng will get along with others."

Knowing that it's useless to say anything in this situation, Mo Xinglan once explained seriously, but was interrupted with a smile. He had no choice but to be silent.

"Yeah, I think Xu Peng is really good. Tell me, no matter what, his salary is higher than ours, right? I heard from the back chef that he has good skills, and he will definitely become an official chef in the future."

"That's right, Xinglan, you are too skinny, you will definitely gain weight by following him."

"I'm afraid we Xinglan won't like it!" Someone mocked with a half-smile, "Ren Xinglan has devoured the crystal nucleus after all, how can we look at ordinary people."

"What's wrong with ordinary people? What happened if you swallowed the crystal nucleus?" Someone a little older immediately said, "If you swallow the ordinary crystal nucleus, at most you can strengthen your body and live for a few more years, and you can't purify it. Yes, do you still want to go to heaven? Young people, you should be more pragmatic, don't keep thinking about those people in the sky and the life in the sky, is that what we can look forward to?"

"Not everyone can live the life of an upper class person. It's better than anything else to live a comfortable life by grasping what is good for you right now?"

"That's right, are we Xinglan still planning to marry a woman?"

Even if the survival rate of women is higher after the emergence of crystal nucleus energy, it is still nearly half that of men in general. In such a situation, these low-level people dare not think about it.

Most of them find someone of the same sex to support each other in their lives. If they can like each other, it will be perfect.

"If you work hard, you might be able to purify the supernatural ability." Seeing that the person's complexion is not good, Yue Yue helped out, "If this is purified, Xinglan will immediately become awe-inspiring."

"Oh, Xinglan! You still listen to our two words of persuasion. We have been getting along with Xu Peng for two months, and all our thoughts and eyes are on you. Instead of looking for a better one, you should cherish your side People."

"That's right, could it be..." The fastest man had already packed up his hands and feet, pulled the car and was about to leave the hall, he didn't forget to interject at this point, "Do you have a date?"

With a downcast face, Mo Xinglan wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, turned around and pulled the car away.

Seeing that he was packing up and ready to leave, Yueya became anxious, "Hey, why don't you wait for me to come with you!"

Without hesitation, Mo Xinglan pulled the car to the open space behind the house and gave it to the people there to wash. He took the opportunity to go back to the room and changed his clothes. Seeing that no one else came back, he hid in the toilet and took the palm-sized thing in his arms. Take it out, silently holding it in a daze.

The communication network of Shengding Wangyu was only set up half a year ago, and it can only receive point-to-point reception. There are only a handful of people who can get mobile phones. what is it.

Under the gradually dull eyes of the person, the small thing suddenly vibrated.

His eyes lit up, Mo Xinglan seemed to come back to life, he frantically connected the phone, and the man's deep voice sounded impatiently from the other end.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"Ah?" Cautiously, he moved back, as if seeing a man in front of him.

"Why don't you accept the things I sent you?"

"I..." Paying attention to the movement outside, Mo Xinglan shrank his head and said softly: "I have no place to put those precious things."

"Don't pretend to be confused." The tone softened, and the man on the other end of the phone was very helpless, "There is no place to put it, so you can live in the place I arranged."

"I..." Holding the phone tightly, Mo Xinglan was speechless for a moment.

"What do you think, can I afford you? Do you have to humiliate yourself in that kind of place?"

"..."

"If you are not strong, you are not qualified to talk about self-esteem, Xing Lan, why do you want to care about me so much?"

"I..." Just as I opened my mouth to say something, the crescent moon's voice came from outside the door, "Xing Lan, are you in the house? Do you want to take a bath together?"

"I'll hang up when someone comes." I don't know if it was because Yueya was opening the door or because he couldn't face the other party's questioning, Mo Xinglan hung up the call urgently.