A Lucky Coin

Xiao Li's barbecue business has always been very good, but now it's cold, and the seats are full of people.

I'm not sure if anyone saw Yan Hang's bold action on the first day of junior high school, but he suddenly realized that he didn't mind at all, so he saw it when he saw it, and if someone came to chase them away later, he didn't seem to have anything to do If you have a bad temper, you will probably go straight away.

But everything around was normal, and he didn't even feel any strange gazes.

It was when the boss uncle came over to deliver barbecue to them, he sighed and said: "You young people, you should also pay attention, if anyone finds that you are not pleasing to the eye, it will be bad if you start arguing."

"Thank you." Chu Yi smiled.

"Hurry up and drink and eat meat." The uncle waved his hand and walked away.

"It will be less like this in the future," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "I couldn't control it for a while, if I want to change a man and a woman, I have to be said that acting like no one else is not good."

"Yeah." Chu Yi smiled and nodded.

After eating the barbecue, I drank up the two bottles of wine. I felt quite warm on the first day of junior high school, and there was no obvious drunkenness.

"I'm a good drinker, so it seems to be fine," he said.

"Just two or two drinks and you can judge whether you can drink well?" Yan Hang said.

"I didn't have it before, how can I drink?" Chuyi sighed, "I will accompany my dad to drink during the Chinese New Year, and my grandpa will drink too. After drinking a little, I feel dizzy."

"I don't know what kind of wine your grandfather went to buy," Yan Hang said, "I drank it last time as well."

"The old locals, all the old men, drink that," said Chuyi, "sorghum."

"Next time you go, bring some good wine," Yan Hang thought for a while, "Bring two red wines for him to try...he won't say it's tasteless, will he?"

"If you say five stars, if you give it to him, you will, and you will definitely praise it," Chu Yi said with a smile, "When you get five stars, it's fashionable."

Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

There was basically no rest during this winter vacation. Yan Hang only had [-] children who did not go to work at night, and went back to his grandfather's house for three days on the first day of junior high school.

Yan Hang sighed when they woke up in the morning on the fourth day of the fourth day and went to work: "I want to go back to the field, I'm so tired."

"You return, return the field of ten or several years," said Chu Yi, "return it."

"Get lost." Yan Hang smiled.

"You..." Thinking of something on the first day of the junior high school, she leaned over and whispered, "You..."

Yan Hang pointed at him.

He shut up, took his backpack and threw it on his back: "Go to work."

This time, Mr. Wang introduced the part-time job place, which is bigger than Chezhidao, and looks more professional. Auto beauty and auto repair are two completely independent areas, and there is also a quite large accessories sales hall.

It is not called a fashionable name like Che XX here, but has a very simple and powerful name, Shunfeng Auto Repair Factory.

Tailwind?No express delivery yet?

Oh that is SF Express.

On the first day of junior high school, after inquiring at the front desk, I went to the auto repair area. I almost got lost, and it took me a long time to find the office.

After the simple interview questions, the supervisor threw a suit of clothes at him: "Old Wang's students are all good, but is your internship so early this year? It started before the end of the winter vacation, right?"

"Ah." Chu Yi replied.

It wasn't until now that he suddenly realized that Mr. Wang didn't know if it was because of the cancellation of the recommendation. When he was asked to come this time, he was actually talking about an internship?

If it's an internship... the first day of junior high school is suddenly a little exciting.

This Shunfeng express... No, Shunfeng Auto Repair Factory looks quite impressive, although it is not a chain.

-How about it?new uniform.

Yan Hang looked at the photo sent by the first day of the junior high school.

This uniform was probably custom-made by the same factory as Che Zhidao's before, and it was still yellow and black, but the words Shunfeng Auto Repair were printed on the chest and back.

- It is quite similar to the previous one, but with these two lines, it looks more real. It looks like a very powerful factory

- you can boast about anything

- I wouldn't even pinch him for another person.

- i go to work first

- Come on, Gouge!

Yan Hang checked the time, put away his phone, and went back to the back kitchen.

The back kitchen is a bit busy today, he can't leave for too long.

But this hustle and bustle was not because of the large number of guests, but because the boss was about to leave.

It was probably mentioned years ago, but ordinary employees like them would not know about it, and the boss never disclosed any information to him.

The news was only announced today during the morning meeting at work, and the atmosphere immediately became a little delicate.

Those who want to replace the boss, those who want to go with the boss, think whether it is possible for Yan Hang to take over... Everyone is working, and they are carrying out rich imaginations.

Yan Hang didn't have much imagination, and he didn't bother to think about it. He was already tired enough. As long as no one provoked him directly, he didn't want to experience the mental journey of guessing and setting up an imaginary enemy for himself.

The boss didn't know why he wanted to leave. Yan Hang only caught a few ears, guessing that he was going to do it himself, but it was a little strange that he didn't even take his "confidant" Yan Hang away.

"Don't you really know?" Zhang Chen found time to chat with him, "Didn't I mention it to you at all?"

"No." Yan Hang said.

"Then what do you do now," Zhang Chen said, "If people say that you offended the boss, they will probably be wary of you when the new boss comes, or they say that you are so bad that even the boss doesn't want to take you away. .”

"I can't just be loyal to the restaurant and the hotel, and I won't leave no matter who tells me." Yan Hang said.

"Yes," Zhang Chen smiled, "but no one believes it."

Yan Hang also smiled: "Whatever, it doesn't matter."

"Brother Hang," Zhang Chen gave him a thumbs up, "I just like your indifferent appearance."

"A sycophant," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "Are you working hard for the foreman this year?"

"It's no use," Zhang Chen said, "I understand now. Except for you, none of the foremen are from our own people. They are all dug outside. I gave up."

"Then you still have to have a goal there, no matter whether it can be achieved or not," Yan Hang said, "Idle is idle."

Zhang Chen smiled for a long time, nodded: "OK."

What Yan Hang said to Zhang Chen was very good, but this matter still affected him somewhat.

No one knows the situation of the new boss, and he doesn't know what his future job will be like, so he can only get used to it as he works.

"Then why don't you ask the boss?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"It's not easy to ask," Yan Hang said, "The relationship between me and him is really not what other people think. He didn't take the initiative to tell me, so it would be embarrassing for me to ask."

"It doesn't matter," Chu Yiyi waved his hand, "What's the matter, it's nothing, just change the boss, change the boss."

"If there is a change when the new boss comes, I can't wait to talk about it," Yan Hang said, "Let's do it first."

Chu nodded, thought for a while and then turned his head to look at him, "Yan Hang."

"Huh?" Yan Hang lay down on the sofa.

"Would you, wouldn't you feel that," said Chu Yi, "you're not as comfortable now as you were before?"

Yan Hang looked at him.

"I used to run around," said the first day of the junior high school, "no, I don't have to think about work, and I don't have to suppress my own temper."

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "It feels like I used to be more comfortable, I can do whatever I want, and I don't have to think about the consequences... But I can't be like that for the rest of my life. .”

"Now, are you sure?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"It's okay," Yan Hang put his feet on his shoulders, "It's work, anyway, it's a job I'd like to do, and you'll be with me."

"Uncle Yan will not be surprised when he comes out," Chuyi said, "I feel that you are not the same as before."

"My dad may not want to see me still the same as before." Yan Hang raised his head and looked at the lamp.

After the Lantern Festival, the boss left, and Yan Hang met the new boss.

A slightly fat middle-aged uncle, very serious, with sharp eyes, according to Yan Hang's many years of experience in seeing people, this fat boss is not very easy to get along with.

On the first day of work, Yan Hang originally wanted to chat with him for communication, but the fat boss didn't want to communicate with him. He just said: "Work is done, not chatted."

Yan Hang could only remain silent.

The consequence of not communicating is that mistakes are bound to happen.

The habit of side dishes, the order of doing things, the difference in taste, and even the presentation will be different.

At the end of the day, Yan Hang felt that his ears were full of dissatisfied voices from the fat boss.

When he got home, he didn't even want to hear the sound of the TV. When Chuyi told him about the interesting client he met while repairing the car, he directly covered Chuyi's mouth with his hand.

"I'll squint for a while," Yan Hang said.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang's work should not be going well. The two of them haven't eaten today. At first glance, it seems that Yan Hang still has the energy to cook.

He got up lightly and went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked.

There are quite a lot of dishes, but he can't cook complicated ones, so he can only use leftovers to make baked rice.

Apart from fried rice with eggs, he can probably make this.

The baked rice is not only delicious, but also very meaningful to him, just like in the legend... the taste of his mother, the baked rice is the taste of Brother Xiaotian.

He loves to eat, so Yan Hang cooks it often, and he feels like he can do it after watching too much.

Yan Hang could hear the sound of opening the refrigerator to take things out on the first day of the junior high school, and he could also hear the sound of him trying to control the picking up of the plate and gently placing it on the desk.

Quite annoying.

Yan Hang closed his eyes, the softer the sound, the more he could hear it.

In fact, I really want to get angry, and get angry indiscriminately.

When this kind of mood is unstable, his temper is very big.

But he hasn't been in this state for a long time, and he even feels that he may never have emotional problems again.

Once he found out that he would still be like this, he felt a little lost.

On the first day of the junior high school, he gently picked up the knife, and it took at least ten seconds to cut the knife. At the same time when he heard the sound of the knife hitting the chopping board, Yan Hang jumped up from the sofa, and rushed over to cover his face in two steps. The kitchen door kicked open.

The first day of the junior high school was startled, and turned to look at him.

Yan Hang glanced at the various materials on the desk, gritted his teeth and suppressed his emotions.

"I didn't fall asleep," he looked at the first day of the junior high school, "you can do whatever you want, you don't have to act like a thief."

"... Oh." Chuyi responded.

Yan Hang exited the kitchen, closed the door, took a cigarette and went to the balcony.

The city at night is still very beautiful. Although the lively lights near and far seem a bit lonely, it can still make people feel peaceful.

With Ye in his mouth, he stared at the building in the distance that he didn't know what building it was.

After smoking a cigarette, his irritability receded a little, and he breathed a sigh of relief, bending over and pulling on the railing to stretch his body down.

After pulling for a while, I felt a lot more comfortable. Just when I was about to stand up straight, the balcony door was pulled open abruptly.

Yan Hang was taken aback, and almost twisted his waist when he stood up straight.

The dog's revenge.

"Yan Hang!" Chuyi called him.

"Ah," Yan Hang turned his head and saw the nervousness on his face, "Why, did the oven explode?"

"No," looked at him on the first day of the junior high school for a long time before opening his mouth again, "Baked, baked, baked..."

"Swearing is cute?" Yan Hang said.

"Baked rice," Chu Yi said, "put more, how much cheese?"

"I'm fine," Yan Hang sighed, "Don't be so nervous."

On the first day of the first day of the lunar new year, I was stunned and didn't make a sound.

"Come here." Yan Hang stretched out his hand.

After Chuyi came to him, he hugged Chuyi: "I'm a little unhappy today."

"I can see it." Chu Yi said.

"I wanted to hit you so much just now," Yan Hang said, "I beat you up and down, kicked and kicked you from the kitchen to the elevator, it felt really good."

"...It sounds really cool," Chu Yi said, "Is it because I talk too much?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "It has nothing to do with you, it's just irritability."

"Oh." Chu Yi hugged him and patted him on the back.

Yan Hang likes the first day of junior high school very much. I don’t know if it’s because he doesn’t know how to comfort people or the words to comfort him are not easy to say. He rarely comforts him in the first day of junior high school.

When Yan Hang is emotionally unstable, the last thing he can listen to is comfort, which will make him even more irritable, just like in the first day of junior high school, it is the most comfortable for him to let him stop and stop.

"I may still have to find time to talk to Dr. Luo this week," Yan Hang said.

"Well," Chu nodded, "It's okay, you can go and beat your new boss."

"Good idea," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "You're so smart."

"Really, do you want to fight?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"Endure it for another three days," Yan Hang said, "I have endured it for a week, and I can't bear it for another ten days. I can't bear it anymore. No matter what I say, it's a..."

Yan Hang was trying to figure out a name for himself, when he spoke for him on the first day of the junior high school: "It's a former god, crazy."

"Is this how you always categorize me?" Yan Hang said.

"Yeah," Chu nodded, "You're really crazy, but I can ignore it."

Yan Hang smiled.

What I said on the first day of junior high school is that it can be ignored, not tolerated.

He liked the idea.

After the start of the new week, the fat boss is still the same, without communication, relying on Yan Hang's spirit to observe his every movement and eyes.

Although he doesn't have a lot of work experience, he only worked in the restaurant for the past two years, except for the random part-time job before. Although he has worked from the front hall to the back kitchen, he is really the first colleague like the fat boss. once encountered.

Being so inexplicably so short of recording a video to observe the fat boss's every move, Yan Hang even guessed whether this almost malicious cooperation method was the fat boss's unique employment test.

But soon he overturned his guess.

"Compared to my former assistant," the fat boss frowned at him, "it's simply far worse."

Yan Hang was arranging the plates and did not answer.

"Is your aesthetics cultivated by street cafes?" The fat boss said, "Haven't you seen how I put the plates before?"

Yan Hang is very satisfied with himself. In a state of anger, he can still stick the little flower braids to the chocolate balls one by one without shaking his hands, which is not easy.

"I really don't know if you are an assistant or a troublemaker." The fat boss said.

Yan Hang still didn't make a sound, the phone vibrated twice in his pocket, probably because there was news coming in.

He raised his head after finishing the work on his hands, and pulled off his mask: "I'm going to wash my face."

On the phone is a message from Cui Yi.

It was still a voice message from a middle-aged and elderly man.

"The investigation by the public security organs is basically over now, and the next step is for the procuratorate to review and prosecute. Normally, it will take a month or two, and then the court will start."

Yan Hang raised it in his heart, and then let it go.

The investigation is over, that is to say, everything should be cleared up, the progress of the case can be regarded as progress, anyway, the final result is getting closer and closer.

He originally thought that he would be uneasy, but he didn't expect that the biggest feeling was a sigh of relief.

When he came out after washing his face and saw the fat boss talking to the director who came for a weekly inspection at the door of the back kitchen, he even felt happy.

"Hurry up," the fat boss frowned when he saw him, "It takes so long to wash your face."

"I quit." Yan Hang said.

The fat boss and the director were both stunned.

"I will finish today's work," Yan Hang walked inside while putting on his mask, "I won't come tomorrow, in fact, I don't know the original chef very well, so don't be so nervous, you're still playing Shang Qingjun's side. "

At first, Yan Hang only thought that the fat boss might want to bring his original assistant here, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible. For a chef of his level, there is absolutely no need to use this method to bring an assistant here.

Probably because he felt that he was the former chef, and it would be difficult to keep him around.

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't get off work on time. When the time came, he was still squatting in the ditch with Master Jiang who was leading him, looking up at the chassis of the car.

"Look here," Master Jiang said, "the clutch is slipping because the diaphragm spring is broken."

"The pressure has to be changed, the pressure plate is always assembled." Said the first day of the junior high school.

"Well," Master Jiang nodded, "You can change this in a while, I have something to do today, if you want to help, just call them."

"Okay." The first day of the junior high school answered.

After Master Jiang left, he came out of the ditch, took off his gloves, and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Yan Hang.

As soon as the screen was turned on, the phone rang, and Yan Hang's call came in.

He picked up the phone unexpectedly: "Hello?"

"Brother, what are you busy with?" Yan Hang's voice came over, and he sounded in a good mood, actually in the mood to imitate Uncle Xiao Li's barbecue.

"Busy," Chuyi said with a smile, "Why are you free to call?"

"Are you off work yet?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," Chu looked at the cars beside him, "There is a car that just arrived and needs to change the pressure plate."

"That's fine," Yan Hang thought for a while, "I'll go find you, you have some kind of high-end music restaurant over there, let's go there for dinner at night."

"Are you off work?" The focus of the first day of junior high school has always been accurately grasped.

"There is new news about my dad today," Yan Hang said, "Old Cui just told me that the investigation is basically over, and the next step is to prosecute, and then the court will start."

"Ah," the first day of the junior high school was stunned, and suddenly a little nervous, "Then Liu, Mr. Liu and Cui, Uncle, do you have a score?"

"It's not a big problem," Yan Hang smiled, "Should I have a meal, anyway, there is progress."

"Well," Chu nodded, "I'm treating you."

"It's not cheap to have a meal there, you're a stingy guy," Yan Hang said, "Don't you care about money?"

"I don't feel bad," Chu Yi said, looked around again, and lowered his voice, "I have more money than before, three or one-third more than before."

"Get rich." Yan Hang also lowered his voice.

"Yes." Chu Yi continued to suppress his voice.

"Then wait for me to pass," Yan Hang said, "Send me a location."

"You," the first day of the junior high school glanced at the clock on the wall again, making sure that the current time is when Yan Hang is still busy, "You are, aren't you resigning, resigning?"

"Ah," Yan Hang laughed, "You guessed it all."

The first day of junior high school was a little unexpected, but not too unexpected, and there was still a little surprise.

Yan Hang was not in a good mood these days. He knew it was because the new chef kept looking for trouble, and there seemed to be no solution to this matter. He hoped that Yan Hang would resign, but he dared not say it.

"It's fat, is the fat chef?" He asked.

"No," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "I still have a lot of them now, and learn to be steady and patient from our dog."

"Then you go, come here," Chuyi said, "I invite you to eat, big meal."

"I resigned and lost my job," Yan Hang said, "I have no income... I thought you had to sigh or something."

"Don't be afraid," said the first day of the junior high school, "I'm here. I'll wait for you to ask for food. It's been a long time."

"Get out!" Yan Hang said.

"Really, you finally want dinner," Chu Yi said, "We celebrate together."

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.

"I have a line, I've been waiting for the line for a long time, and I want to say it for a long time," Chu Yi said, "Oh no, don't let me down, the opportunity has come."

"Speak." Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

"It's nothing, don't be afraid," Chuyi said, "You have a dog."