Ding, your little fool is online

The voice-activated lights in the corridor went out for a brief moment, and were soon awakened by the noise of the neighbors. The light coming from the crack of the door still shone on Yuanxing's disability certificate.

Yuan Xing picked up the brown-green ID and muttered to himself: "Oh, why did you lose it? If you lose it, it will be difficult. If you lose it, then..."

Then he closed the door, turned on the light, sat on the small dark gray sofa in a snowy outfit, and untied the bags at the corners of Miao, one bite at a time, like a well-behaved little hamster.

One mouthful was not enough for him, he put the corners of Miaojiao on his five fingers to play tricks, gestured to the air for a while before he ate a scarf of food residue.

After two o'clock, Yuan Xing didn't feel sleepy at all, but he had nothing to do, so he turned off the lights and sat on the sofa, looking at the bustling lights and feasting outside the window, listening to the noisy noise under his feet.

Finally, after the first yawn, Yuan Xing got up to wash his face and brush his teeth, took off his clothes and quickly got into the small bed, curled up his warm feet, hugged a pillow and went to sleep.

Because of the particularity of the catering industry, Yuan Xing does not have to go to work at a hot pot restaurant every day. On days when there is no shift, he usually chooses to stay at home and bask in the sun.

After the light snow yesterday, the temperature dropped a lot again, and the thick lead gray dark clouds hid Yuanxing's sun.

It was around ten o'clock in the morning when Yuan Xing woke up. After eating something casually, he kept rubbing his hands and wandering in front of the living room window, as if he could hope for the sun to come out by wandering around a few times.

However, until the clock on the wall swung twice, Yuan Xing didn't expect the sun to come. He was wearing a thick cotton padded jacket and wrapped in a blanket and sat listlessly on the sofa, eating the leftover crispy corners from yesterday, without saying a word. Staring nervously at the clouds outside the window, occasionally shrinking her fat feet a few times due to the cold.

The sound of the wind beating against the window, the sound of howling, you chase after me.Compared with nighttime, Motoko's daytime is much quieter and more boring.

Suddenly, a burst of rustic music broke the silence at this moment. It was Yuan Xing's smart phone's own ringtone, which came from "Sister Yueyue, the number one beauty in the universe".

Yuan Xing turned on the call with a hand that was not very cold, and said the first sentence of the day: "Hey, Sister Yueyue, I am Yuan Xing, what's wrong?"

"That Yuan Xing." Zhang Yue sounded very noisy, "If you have nothing to do at home, you can come to the store. There is not enough staff for an emergency today. The old rule is 150 yuan."

"I'm here! I'm at home!" Yuan Xing shook off the blanket on his body, swept away the listless appearance just now, and spoke with a little vitality, "Sister Yueyue, just wait for me for half an hour!"

During the daytime, there is no circle around the city, and there is no direct bus to the business district in front of Yuan Xing’s house. Fortunately, the bike-sharing business is popular at present. If you ride fast, you can go to the hot pot restaurant in just half an hour.

Yuan Xing skillfully entered the password to unlock, stepped into the car, half of the red plaid scarf fluttered in the wind, brightened the gloomy sky, painted a touch of Yuan Xing's joy, and the corners of the lips hidden under the scarf were naturally curled up or because of the moment rise.

In short, compared with the silent Yuan Xing at home, Yuan Xing is still a little bit happier now, not because of the 150 yuan overtime pay.

Before entering the hot pot restaurant, Yuan Xing heard the noise in the store, so he ran into the store while unfastening his scarf: "Sister Yueyue, I'm here!"

"Slow down, slow down, Yuan Xing, there is water on the ground." Zhang Yue hurriedly greeted, "Work overtime to make you happy."

"Hey, no."

After changing into work clothes, Yuan Xing hurriedly got into work and found that almost all his colleagues were there today.

Originally, based on the normal passenger flow on weekends, the number of people on the schedule was absolutely sufficient, but this morning I suddenly received a call from a company to book a reservation, which led to the shortage of manpower.

Although the situation is urgent, the quality of service in the store cannot be reduced in the slightest. Yuan Xing is much busier than usual, with sour plum soup in one hand and crispy horn in the other hand, and runs wherever he needs it.

The others also performed their duties under Zhang Yue's command, and even Zhao Jiming, who bullied Yuan Xing yesterday, was too busy to see anyone.

"Waiter, let's get some snacks for our children here." A customer made a voice of demand.

"Okay, just wait for a while." Yuan Xing looked at the few Miao crispy corners left in the bag, and quickly turned back to the workbench to get a new bag, but heard a sharp and ear-piercing sound.

The great movement attracted the attention of everyone inside and outside the store——Zhao Jiming accidentally smashed all the plates on the tray, not only that, a plate of snowflake beef was buckled upside down on a customer, and the well-tailored clothes instantly added color Also discounted.

"I'm sorry." Zhao Jiming knew that he had caused a disaster, so he quickly squatted down and tried to remove the sliced ​​beef from the guest's clothes.

Looking from Yuan Xing's side, he could only see Zhao Jiming squatting on the ground with a miserable face, and a man in a black turtleneck sweater standing in front of him.

The man turned his back to Yuanxing. He didn't know what he looked like from the front. He could only see a height of about 1.8 meters and an excellent body proportion. His long legs wrapped under black pants were slender and straight.

Yuan Xing wanted to take a few more glances, but the brat next to him impatiently urged him to add some snacks, so he had to look away.

Over there, Zhang Yue had arrived at the scene of the disaster in time.

"I'm sorry to bring you a bad experience with the meal." Zhang Yue started with his usual rhetoric, "This meal is treated as my invitation to you. The hospitality is not good. How much is your clothes? I..."

Stuck.

Zhang Yue looked at the embroidery on the corner of the other party's clothes, which symbolized the high price, gritted his teeth and said the second half of the sentence: "Compensation according to the price."

"No, you don't need compensation." The man's voice sounded very gentle, and he spoke politely, as if he didn't want to increase Zhang Yue's psychological burden. "The clothes are not worth much."

"Then where can I do it?" Zhang Yue said with a smile on his face, "The mistakes on our side must be compensated."

"No need." The man sat back on the chair, took the phone and bowed his head to type, still politely rejecting Zhang Yue, "I won't let the lady spend money."

Zhang Yue was very kind and grateful, and pressed Zhao Jiming's dog's head to make him bow: "To express my apology, you can leave a name, and next time you come to our store, you will be free of charge no matter how much you spend."

"No, thank you." The other party smiled slightly, and continued to chat with the person on the other end of the phone under Zhang Yue's eyes, "This man is so gentle and polite, and his appearance is also my heavenly dish!"

——Little bunny, this is the hot pot you want to eat [picture]

——Ten minutes late, Wu Xiaomao, you and your company are finished.

- [Image] You pay for dad's clothes and pants :)

What a gentle courtesy.

The company that organized a group to eat hot pot left the venue, and the customers who had been waiting outside for a long time finally got their fill. Yuan Xing's work here became a lot easier, so he walked into the store to see where his help was needed.

Zhang Yue has been in Beijing for about four or five years, but the hot pot restaurant only opened this year. The reason why it can gain a foothold in the bustling business district of Beijing so quickly is inseparable from the high-quality service and the owner’s personal apology. .

The store manager leads by example, and the subordinates cannot slack off.

Yuan Xing wandered around in the store, looking for customers who needed service, but after finding several tables, either there were colleagues who were serving or no help was needed, Yuan Xing returned to the waiting area with nothing to do after walking around, a few scattered people They are all eating Miao Crisp Corners and drinking sour plum soup, and it seems that they don't need him.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, feeling a little inexplicably disappointed.

He sat on an empty chair in the waiting area, put his hands neatly on his knees, and quietly looked at all kinds of customers in the store. There were a few friends chatting loudly, and some family reunion laughing and laughing, although the warm colors in the air , but those happiness and fulfillment seem to be very far away from Yuan Xing.

The fabric at the knees of the trousers was caught in several folds, Yuanxing's hands tightened and loosened.

Suddenly, he saw a table in the corner of the store—it was obviously a table for four, but there was only one man in a black sweater sitting there, and the seat opposite and around him were empty.

"Alone..." Yuan Xing looked at the back that seemed a little lonely, thought for a while, and then ran away with small steps.

On the seat, the person who Yuan Xing had labeled as "Lonely and Lonely" was just the man who looked gentle and polite on the surface, but in fact said everything cruelly. He was still holding his mobile phone to send messages to the person opposite him.

——Just pay Dad 2 yuan for a small change.

——Just call my 0811 card.

After a while, the phone vibrated——

Wu Xiaomao: ...can you show some face?

Wu Xiaomao: Bastard bastard Wang Qianyang!Ugly old gay eating, drinking, whoring and gambling!

The corner of Wang Yuyang's mouth curled up, and when he wanted to continue to get something for Wu Xiaomao, a soft sound interrupted his train of thought.

"You, hello."

The voice came from behind a huge Stitch doll, Wang Jianyang raised his eyelids, from bottom to top, he saw a pair of old but clean white sneakers, and then up was Stitch's body.There is a pair of white hands at the neck, trying to hug the doll so that it does not touch the ground.

The fingertips were slightly red, and the fingertips were round, and they were tightly holding the blue fluff on the doll's body. The veins on the back of the hand were slightly raised, and the back of the hand became whiter and whiter.

Wang Qianyang twitched his eyelashes slightly, and at the same time, the phone kept vibrating, and Wu Xiaomao's anger was still being conveyed continuously.

Wu Xiaomao: I owe 3 planning proposals!Run away with the object he hasn't seen in 5 years!Ran!

Immediately afterwards, a small head poked out from behind the doll, the brown hair was a little messy, and a pair of drooping eyes blinked a few times.

Yuan Xing looked at the man in front of him, hugged the big Stitch, and said carefully and obediently: "Do you need a little pig to accompany you for dinner?"

The author has something to say: I need it! ! !

Gong name pinyin note: Wang qiānyáng