luck on thursday

"He...isn't there?" Lin Qingyang hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice.

Louis nodded: "The whole family is looking for him, but they can't find him. Maybe we can find him one day in the future, God bless."

"Yes, you will find it." Lin Qingyang said, suddenly recalling the two disconnected phrases that Louis said before, "You said before that you are a housekeeper who hasn't started working yet?"

"Exactly." Louis nodded.

They passed through the streets crowded with vehicles and crowds. Lin Qingyang saw a familiar barber shop. The sign and gate were exactly the same as those of decades ago. Many tourists came here admiringly, squatting outside to take pictures, and even shaded the door. The pattern on the shed has not been spared.

Louis explained lightly and slowly: "It should be regarded as an ancestral job. My father, the previous generation of housekeeper of the master's house, handled various affairs for the master's house. Now, it is almost time to retire."

"So you are, the next generation?" Lin Qingyang felt that he had a clue.

"If you can find the lost little prince of the master's family, then I will be the next generation housekeeper." When Louis lowered his head, his light-colored pupils seemed to reflect light, "but if you can't find... I am a free man, or Say vagrant?"

He made a small joke.

Lin Qingyang followed his train of thought and thought of the unknown little prince: "It's fine if that 'little prince' has a good personality. Also..."

"I have a bad temper, so I'll resign." Louis said lightly, then suddenly changed the topic, and fell lightly on Lin Qingyang, "However, if it's a kid like Joe, I think I'd be happy to help you."

Lin Qingyang was startled, then her ears turned red, and she emphasized dissatisfiedly: "I'm an adult!"

Louis stroked his hair amusedly, and the topic changed again: "I remember that Rosaburg also sells ice cream in winter... Do you want to try it?"

Sure enough, when Lin Qingyang heard the ice cream, he immediately attracted his attention: "What?! Ice cream! Are there any more?"

As long as there is money to be made, the ice cream truck will stay open all year round.

The ice cream stall owner spoke an unintelligible foreign dialect, Lin Qingyang even guessed the flavor of the ice cream, and when he got the real thing, his eyes almost fell out: this torch ice cream Damn, it's as long as his arm!

Louis took two ice creams and handed one to Lin Qingyang. Lin Qingyang took a bite regardless of the season, and almost burst into tears. He hasn't eaten such delicious ice cream for a long time!

Louis was a little puzzled by his reaction, and asked, "What's the matter? Don't you like the raspberry flavor?"

"No, no," Lin Qingyang quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, "I was touched, I may have saved the world in my previous life, to be able to eat such delicious ice cream."

After finishing speaking, there was no one answering behind him, Lin Qingyang walked a few steps, and then looked back belatedly: "Louis?"

Mr. Wilfred found himself in a daze, smiled a concealed smile, and walked up: "I will eat it in the future."

They sat on the Spanish Steps where ice cream is said to be banned, but many people still eat ice cream, looking at the shipwreck fountain not far away.

What method might be used to prevent the fountain from freezing in winter, and the water spray is still conscientiously sprayed. Some young tourists who are not afraid of the cold roll up their sleeves and try to put their arms into the fountain.

The accompanying female tourists came over and formed a circle next to the strangely shaped fountain. After closing their eyes and making a wish, they threw two coins into it.Lin Qingyang took another bite, a little ready to move, but quickly suppressed it.

"Speaking of which, I still don't know Joe's phone number?" Louis took out his phone casually and said, "We can come out to play together in the future, and I'll take you to other places, such as some interesting attractions I went to when I was working."

"Okay." Lin Qingyang exchanged phone numbers with him. Although the ice cream seemed to be a lot, it gradually bottomed out.

While he was eating the burritos, Louis looked into the distance and narrowed his eyes: "Has Joe thought about what he will do in the future?"

after?

Lin Qingyang slowed down as he licked his fingers while eating the burrito, he thought for a while: "In the future..."

In the future, it probably refers to his life after going to school and working normally without arrears and burdens.

"In the future, work and make money," he said lightly, remembering the life of being displaced these days, he took a bite of the burrito, "Work hard, make money, buy a small house, live peacefully, never……"

nothing more?

Don’t get involved in things that cannot be done by humans, don’t experience sleeping in a strange place, worry about whether there is a job that can make money today when you wake up every morning, don’t live in the cold wind, and then force yourself The days of running around.

The teenager sitting on the steps swallowed the last bite of the burrito, clenched his fist, and swung vigorously towards the sun among the layers of clouds, as if smashing the colorful and gorgeous fountain: "Don't worry about tomorrow again!"

"Bless tomorrow!"

……

The busy back kitchen came to an end, and there was no banquet that required them to be in a hurry.

So the helpers scattered in twos and threes, showing tired looks.

The roommate raised his hand to wipe his sweat, and muttered in disgust: "What's the matter recently, I rushed so many banquets all of a sudden, my hand is about to break."

"Isn't it? Could it be that something happened recently?"

"There is no news, who knows what will happen." The roommate and his companion shared a few words, and a chef came from the front. The young boys immediately fell silent, separated in a proper manner, and gave the chef Get out of the way.

When the older middle-aged chef left, they immediately gathered together again: "Mr. Borg's assistant seems to be resigning."

Another immediately picked up the conversation, looking very curious about the matter: "Yes, I've heard that even the letter of resignation has been placed on the boss's desk."

"Does anyone know why he resigned?"

"No, it's inexplicable, it seems that something happened at home?"

"Whatever. Tell me, if Mr. Borg's assistant resigns, will he choose one of us as his assistant?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone silently fell silent.

It is completely different to upgrade from a helper to an assistant—or an apprentice, whether it is status or salary!Every head chef in the back kitchen has a corresponding number of apprentices around him, and the helpers have no place to go up, so they don't have this idea.

Now there is actually a position vacant for some reason, isn't it everyone's target!

Someone immediately said: "No matter what, I want to try it."

"I want, too."

"Then go and try it! Maybe Mr. Chef will recruit assistants soon!"

They were chatting, and saw Lin Qingyang coming from the side, and said hello to them: "Hi, good afternoon, gentlemen."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lunn."

"good afternoon."

People greeted him scatteredly, Lin Qingyang asked curiously: "What were you talking about just now?"

The roommate glanced at his companion and said, "We're talking about Mr. Borg's assistant resigning."

Lin Qingyang smiled and said: "So, we can have the opportunity to become apprentices? Beside Mr. Chef, we can definitely learn a lot, and maybe we can go to take a special chef certificate in the future."