Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

The first second the alarm clock rang, Peter slapped it, turned over, straightened up, got up and rushed to the toilet to wash in one go, as if he had been waiting for this second to come.

Today is Saturday, although it is always the minimum respect for the weekend to stay up until the sun, but for those who need to go out to work, getting up on time is the basic professionalism.

Yes, work.

As soon as he thought of this word, Peter felt that he looked a little taller in the mirror. He tiptoed quietly in front of the mirror, winking and trying to put on the appearance of a mature man.

At his age, he is far from being able to appreciate the hardships of life and work. To him, a job is like opening a new map in the game, full of unknowns and longings, not to mention that today is his first day at work.

Peter quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, then secretly took the elder's pomade and smeared it on his head. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at it with satisfaction for a long time until he saw that time was running out, and then he hurriedly put on last night's thousands of choices. The clothes that came out grabbed the bag and went out-in fact, there was nothing to choose. The clothes in Peter's closet were so poor that there were only a few styles to match after tossing and turning.

"Good morning, Mr. Demer!" He bought a sandwich for breakfast at the corner Demer's sandwich shop, and while quickly chewing and swallowing, he reached out to tease the cat lying on the counter. The motorcycle shining with cool paint in the sun outside the store attracted all the attention, and he couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's so cool."

Not only the locomotive, but also the young man who came out of the shop next door and straddled the locomotive. His muscular and powerful body lines are clearly visible even through the jacket. There is no dyed hair or drape and decoration like those street youths, only the two strands of white in front of the black hair show a bit of rebellion. The young man is facing the shop next door like an enraged lion. He viciously pointed his middle finger and cursed something, his sharp and fierce eyes patrolled left and right like a lion patrolling its territory, and then stepped on the military boots on the locomotive, and the roar of the engine roared away like a hurricane.

Peter couldn't help pinching his soft belly and skinny arms, lowered his head angrily, took a bite of the sandwich and chewed hard.

and many more!

As he chewed, he suddenly realized, isn't the shop next door that the young man walked out of just now the spice and tea shop where he will go to work after breakfast in 5 minutes? !

Peter's eyes widened all of a sudden, he stuffed the sandwich into his mouth in two mouthfuls, drank the coffee and swallowed it, and finally brushed the long fur of the cat on the counter with his hand, turned around and ran to the next door.

"No, are you okay?!" He called out while pushing the door, and then realized that nothing happened in the shop. Chris, the shopkeeper who hired him, was sitting behind the counter with a newspaper and flipping through it. There was steam in the teacup in front of him. Curly, reflecting the quiet and soft aroma in the morning sun.

"If you're talking about the one who just left, it's just an old friend of mine who was a bit grumpy." Chris shook the newspaper and folded it up, looking at his new clerk with a sandwich wrapper in one hand and a coffee in the other with a smile on his face Look, "You can go to the lounge at the back to have breakfast slowly, and the door won't open until half an hour."

Embarrassed, Peter raised his hand to touch his nose, only to realize that he was still holding the wrapping paper of the sandwich in his hand. He couldn't help laughing in embarrassment, and walked into the staff lounge behind the counter with his backpack on his back.

Although he is currently the only employee, the lounge is not small. In addition to the cabinets for him, there are refrigerators, microwaves, coffee machines, and snacks. He couldn't help but sit on the soft sofa and rub his hands. After touching the fluffy cushion twice, he opened the cabinet and prepared to put his backpack in.

"Huh?" When he opened the cabinet, he found that there were actually two clothes hanging inside, as if someone had already occupied it.

"That's your uniform, try to see the size." Chris leaned against the door and smiled with his arms folded. Seeing Peter suddenly realized and happily gesticulating with the clothes on his body, he didn't feel like he had hired someone. The clerk seems to have raised a cute and lively little milk dog.

Shaking his head and throwing his rambling associations out of his mind, Chris didn't stay here to watch Peter change his clothes. He turned his head and closed the door to leave the young man who had taken off his shirt without any scruples in the lounge. Sit back to the seat and spread out the newspaper, continue to enjoy the unfinished cup of black tea.

The news during this period of time is almost all about superheroes, as if people finally discovered that superheroes in the world really exist after the Battle of New York, so the newspapers today dig out the love history of Iron Man and nostalgia tomorrow Let’s take a look at Captain America’s exploits, or the Superman in Metropolis next door and Batman in Gotham can be used as material, making the whole page of the newspaper look like some kind of fantasy novel.

Chris flipped through another Batman identity conjecture that seemed plausible but was actually nonsense, and suddenly felt a little regretful that he drove Jason back to Gotham too early.

Obviously, he should be invited to stay for a cup of tea and share such an interesting report by the way.

He didn't have the slightest awareness that he should take care of Batman who had just recovered from his serious injury, but was eager to challenge Batman's bottom line.

It would be interesting if it really broke down - no, stop, this idea can't continue, Chris restrained the idea of ​​​​sliding to the edge of danger in time, he didn't want to be pecked by Batman's birds Got a bag full.

"That..." The door of the lounge opened a small crack, Peter poked his head out and whispered, "I've changed it..."

He put on a soft but well-fitting shirt and a checkered vest. The trousers with the same pattern as the vest were not as dull as the solid color, but showed a bit of lively youthful air.The size of his whole body and even the shoes are very suitable, as if it was tailor-made, so even though it is a strict style that he hardly ever wears, he doesn't feel too restrictive.

"Come here." Chris stood up and beckoned to Peter to let him come over. He untied the boy's crooked and shapeless tie. Peter tilted his head in embarrassment, and Chris put his fingertips on his chin to straighten it. "Don't move." Chris said, Peter obediently followed the strength of his fingertips and raised his jaw, and couldn't help lowering his eyes to sneak a peek.

Chris was much taller than him, and he had to bend slightly to put on his bow tie, just low enough that Peter could see his long eyelashes. It's not too dark, and the skin is too white, which shows that the tie tied between his fingers is full and colorful, and the soft silk ribbon is tied in a neat bow between the slender and beautiful fingers, "raise your head and chest , Mr. Parker."

As he said this, his light smoke-gray eyes seemed to be dazzled in the sun, and Peter straightened up uncomfortably, and Chris sat on the chair and combed his hair.

"Hope you come tomorrow with less wax, it really doesn't suit you." Chris managed to shape the teenager's waxed mess, almost like being back in those long hair suits When it was on the verge of collapse.

You will never know how troublesome those long hairs that look beautiful and romantic in the suit illustrations are in reality, not to mention knotting or entanglement with obstacles. It can give Chris the urge to shave his head.

By the time Chris took care of Peter so that he could see people, it was almost time to open the door.

The first customer arrives before the door opens.

Peter didn't even know whether he should be called a guest or not.

He watched the cat jump in through the half-open skylight at the top of the shelf, and hesitated whether to take the opportunity to touch it or chase it out.

This is a beautiful and majestic cat. It is more handsome than cute. Its pure black and shiny fur wraps extremely explosive muscles. There is only a small piece of pure white on its chest. It is like patrolling itself. He walked lightly in the shop with slow steps like a territory, jumped onto the counter before Peter could figure out what to do, and walked easily among the teacups and spice jars on the counter without touching any fragile ones. Porcelain, sitting upright in front of Chris, with his tail wrapped around his front paws, stared at Chris with eyes like emeralds and let out a long cry, which seemed vaguely annoyed.

"Is this actually your territory?" Chris smiled and held the cat's paw and leaned over to kiss it lightly, as if treating it like a human being. "It's really rude."

The cat looked majestically at Chris with those green eyes, then turned to look at the bewildered Peter, and let out a drawn-out cry, as if a high-ranking king pardoned the rudeness of his subjects.

"Go get the cans from the cabinet below." Chris said to Peter, Peter nodded blankly, watching Chris take the cans and open them to the cat, the cat sniffed the smell of the cans before condescending Yugui lowered his head and ate.

Before the chime clock in the corner rang, the cat jumped off the counter, jumped onto the container along the way it came, and disappeared behind the skylight.

"Is it a stray cat?" Peter asked, staring at the skylight where the cat had disappeared.

"Cathy is the leader of stray cats in this neighborhood. When you see him coming to the store in the future, you can feed him the canned cat food in the cabinet." Chris put away the empty canned cat food and replied, "If you treat him lightly If it does, it will be retaliated against."

Peter tilted his head in doubt, "Revenge?"

"It doesn't have a good temper." Chris shrugged and tapped his index finger between his lips to make a silent gesture, "Let's just understand it that way."

So Peter nodded understandingly, "Stray cats don't have a very good temper."

If you are not careful, you will be scratched all over your face with blood.

The chiming clock in the corner rang, symbolizing the beginning of a busy day.

The business on the first day of opening was much better than Peter had imagined. Even though this is Queens, New York, the most racially diverse urban district in the world, the composition of customers coming and going in the store is really more complicated than he imagined. In the morning, he was already dizzy from all kinds of guests with strong accents or even no English at all. He was exhausted holding a teacup and looking up at how Chris could handle three guests who spoke different languages ​​at the same time with ease.

He noticed that Chris unconsciously kneaded the eyebrows when he was free, and he seemed quite sleepy, so he couldn't help asking: "Are you tired? Do you want to take a break?"

Chris waved his hand, "I didn't have a good rest yesterday, it's okay."

How should I put it, the spiritual pleasure brought by fighting Batman has completely surpassed the physical exhaustion of staying up all night.

"Peter, you need to pay over there." He gestured to the customers waiting in front of the cabinet, put on his gloves, turned around and stepped on the ladder to take out a small piece of dry branch with a strong spicy smell from the small drawer on the top of the spice cabinet.

If Peter had done more research on spices, he would have found that some of the "spices" he packaged and handled all morning were quite different from ordinary spices, but the fact is that Peter, like most people, did not I have really seen what spices look like, so I happily packed and checked out the bills for the guests with different accents without knowing it, and carefully remembered every account clearly in the ledger.

"This is so expensive!" Peter whispered to some numbers in the ledger, but he was even more surprised that this expensive spice that seemed to steal money could be sold—and the sales seemed to be good.

You know, Queens is not a rich area.

"They are all regular customers." Chris smiled and poured another cup of sweet vanilla fruit tea for Peter, watched the young man drink it up unsuspectingly, and praised him with bright eyes.

There was nothing harmful in the tea, it was just to confuse the perception of his ordinary and lovely little shop assistant, so that Peter would not be overly curious about some customers and goods in the shop.

Well, the so-called spice and tea shop, of course, can't just sell spices and tea, and the people who come here to patronize, of course, can't just be ordinary people living in New York.

The world is big.

As for why he would rather go to great lengths to confuse Peter's perception than hire someone who knows more about the inside story?

Knowing that too many people can't control their mouths or hands, Chris has already dealt with Gotham's clerk once, and he has no interest in repeating that boring scene in New York.