I slept with my partner and then he

Because the off-duty time was too late, so the restaurant took care of it. Yang Ze watched his mother put the sheets and pillows on the tricycle, and stared at Wu Li next to him wanting to cry without tears.

He obviously did well in the exam this time, and he was ranked in the upper middle of his class, why should he follow him to experience life?

He doesn't agree!

It's all the bastard's fault!

The resentment in Yang Ze's eyes almost turned into substance, and it was hard for Wu Li not to notice. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he closed his mouth with his eyes down.

The two of them entered the city on Father Wu's electric tricycle against the strong wind and arrived at their destination.

Wu Li looked up at the restaurant's plaque.

Come as a guest.

"Get out of the car." Wu Tianxiong got off the driver's seat, leaned over and took out the two people's quilts from the pocket of the tricycle, stuffed them into his arms, and after a few simple instructions, he started the car to leave.

He lowered his head the whole time, without looking at the two of them.Yang Ze watched the tricycle disappear into the busy traffic in the early morning of winter, and for some reason, he tasted a bit of Uncle Wu's escape.

It seems that this reform through labor is inevitable.

Yang Ze tightened the quilt in his arms and sighed: "Go in."

Wu Li hugged his belongings and followed Yang Ze, and the two quickly entered the restaurant.

The restaurant is neither big nor small. It is divided into upper and lower floors. It is said that this is the restaurant owner's own house. The whole building has four floors. The first and second floors are the restaurant, and the third floor is the staff dormitory and warehouse. The fourth floor is where the restaurant owner's family lives.

There will be no one there early in the morning. When the two came, two cooks were sitting in the shop eating breakfast, and there were two women dressed as waiters sitting beside them.

"Are you here to work?" The boss was not there, and the slightly fatter cook was in charge of the store. He put down the steamed buns in his mouth and stood up, asking.

Seeing the people next to him hang their heads and say nothing, Yang Ze had no choice but to answer: "Yes, I greeted the boss yesterday."

"Oh, I heard from the boss, didn't you say it was one?" The fat cook was a little puzzled, but at this time the store was short of manpower, it would be better to have two, he passed the thin cook and came out from the inside of the table, Waving, "Success, come with me."

After speaking, he took the lead upstairs.

Yang Ze hurriedly bumped into Wu Li when he heard the words, and followed him.

Go up to the third floor and turn left. The fat cook opened one of the doors and pointed inside: "This is the men's dormitory, put your things in there. After you're done, I'll tell you what to do. Be quicker, you know?" .”

Yang Ze nodded quickly: "Oh, good."

The fat cook looked at the two of them again, and went downstairs in a "drum-dump-deng" manner.

Wu Li hugged the quilt and looked at the boys' dormitory in front of him. He hesitated to move forward, not for any other reason, but because the inside was too messy and dirty.

He also lived in a dormitory in junior high school. Most boys don't like to clean up the house. The collective dormitory is generally messy, but because the teacher on duty checks it from time to time, no matter how messy it is, it can't be messed up.

But it’s different here. In a small room, there are a few canopy beds scattered, one of which has a futon on it, and the rest are empty, but they are full of sundries, beer bottles, cans, plastic bags, everything. , One of the shelf beds also had a piece of steamed bun left over from being eaten. It can be seen that it has been dried and hardened after being left for a long time.

Yang Ze hugged the quilt and looked at the pile of rubbish in the corner, sighing in admiration: "My God, I guess there must be mice and cockroaches here."

Wu Li was originally a bit of a clean freak. Hearing this, he raised his foot half way and put it back again. He turned around and wanted to go downstairs.

Yang Ze opened his mouth and called him: "Where do you want to go? Go back?"

Wu Li stopped to look at him, his supposedly fair and elegant little face turned red, looking like he was about to vomit.

Yang Ze looked at his pitiful appearance that was almost filled with tears, his heart softened, but his mouth was extremely cruel: "Even if you go back, Uncle Wu will have to send you here, don't forget, we are not here for an outing Yes, it is to experience life, to suffer.”

Wu Li: "It's fine to work part-time, but I want to live at home."

It was inconvenient to hold something and talk all the time, so Yang Ze put his quilt directly on top of the already laid quilt, sat down on it, and looked around: "Normally, it's twelve o'clock after work. If you want a party, do you think your dad can worry about us running around at one or two o'clock in the morning?"

Wu Li opened his mouth to retort, but Yang Ze raised his hand to stop him, stretched out his finger and pressed his lips to "shh", with a meaningful expression on his face: "Hundred ghosts go out at night, all kinds of ghosts and ghosts come out, drunks, homeless people, Not to mention there are potential murderers."

What he said was terrifying, but Wu Li was obviously not intimidated. Apart from thinking about carrying a fruit knife with him for self-defense, he was not at all moved by Yang Ze's words.

The two stayed here for too long, and the fat cook with his face full of fat was obviously not easy to mess with. Yang Ze knew that this person was stubborn, so he stopped talking nonsense, went forward and grabbed the quilt, and threw it into his bed. On the quilt, pat him on the shoulder to reassure him: "I know you think it's dirty, so there's a broom. We'll just clean it up after work at night. It's all right, let's go down."

The two hurried downstairs. The fat cook was already sitting in the lobby waiting impatiently. When he saw them coming down, he frowned and said, "Why are you so slow, have you eaten yet?"

Yang Ze glanced at the remaining cold carrot and vegetable juice on the table in front of him and the remaining chili fried pork with a few vegetable dregs, feeling a little hungry, and said with a smile: "No."

"No?" The fat cook asked casually, but he didn't expect that the two of them would really want to eat. His expression became even more unhappy, and he pointed to the steamed bun basket next to him impatiently, "There is no more food, let's eat steamed buns." .”

The steamed buns had been left cold for a long time, and there was no hot food to serve, so Yang Ze didn't want to eat it. He turned his head and looked at Wu Li, and the two obviously agreed.

Refuse to eat.

Anyway, they each ate three boiled eggs before coming here, so they are not too hungry this time, and they should be able to carry them until lunch.

In the morning, there is usually no one there. The two of them were originally waiters, so they were called by the fat cook to help choose dishes.

Yang Ze wore a maroon waist apron, and squatted beside Wu Li, struggling to choose leeks. The leeks were greenhouse leeks, and there were not many dead leaves, but there was a lot of sand, but even if there were few dead leaves, a large bundle had to be cleaned up. a while.

Wu Li was choosing spinach. He was used to doing these things since he was a child, so he picked vegetables very quickly. After a while, there were a lot of the vegetables he chose.

Not far away, the skinny chef was preparing ingredients, shredded potatoes, sliced ​​cuttlefish, and so on.

The fat cook is the chef, mainly in charge of cooking. There will be no guests, so he sits in the lobby and flirts with the waitress.

There were two waiters in total, one was young, ordinary-looking, less talkative, surnamed Li; the other was older, pretty, with willow-leaf eyebrows, and his face was smeared like flour, and had the same surname.

The fat cook mainly flirts with this pretty one.

"I asked you to go out to play yesterday, but you didn't go, why? Afraid of your family?" The fat cook stared at the waiter's heaving chest.

The same sister threw the rag in her hand on the table, and said with a smile: "Aren't you just afraid, aren't you afraid of your tigress?"

The fat cook felt that his man's dignity had been violated by these words, and he sneered: "I'm afraid of her? What should I be afraid of, a woman with no skills? She's not relying on me to support the family. If she dares to provoke me, she will slap her." Fly her!"

"So you're pretty good!" My sister laughed loudly when she heard this, her chest heaved violently as she moved, and the fat cook's gaze immediately became more salivating.

Sister Li, who was buried in mopping the floor, went to the backyard with her mop.

She was used to these nasty things, so she didn't feel much about them, but Yang Ze, who had been well educated since childhood, couldn't do it. The two of them teased so loudly that he couldn't even pretend he didn't hear it.

"I'm fucking going to throw up, how can there be such a disgusting person in the world, why don't they just die?"

"A stomach full of male thieves and female prostitutes is not as good as a beast!"

"The thing under him should be cut off, it's disgusting."

......

Yang Ze lowered his head and kept cursing in a low voice. Wu Li turned his head and looked at him suspiciously. He didn't understand why this man was so excited. Although the teasing of the two people outside made him very uncomfortable, it was someone else's business. , he felt uncomfortable, but he wasn't very indignant.

But Yang Ze was different. Since the two had known each other for so long, it was the first time for Wu Li to hear that this person had such a vicious mouth.

"Yang Ze." Wu Li called him in a low voice.

Yang Ze's indignation was definitely not because of the family and friends of these two people. Wu Li was keenly aware of the slightest bit of hatred from this person's emotions.

Yang Ze's father and Aunt Yang divorced more than three years ago. Wu Li didn't like to inquire about these sad and embarrassing things, but he also knew that the two divorced because the man cheated.

At that time, this incident was quite a big deal, and Yang Ze was said to have been depressed for a long time because of it.

Being called out like this, Yang Ze also realized his gaffe, lowered his head and gritted his teeth: "It's okay."

When the meal time was approaching, customers began to come to the store one after another. Yang Ze and Wu Li put down the dishes in their hands and ran to treat the customers.

There is a menu on every table, and they don't need to report the name of the dish, just take a small notebook and write it down.

Kejulai not only sells stir-fried vegetables and rice, but also sells dumplings and pasta.

A boy dressed as a student pointed to the menu and asked Yang Ze: "Are there any freshly made radish and pork dumplings?"

This Yang Ze really didn’t know, he signaled the other party to wait a moment, trotted into the kitchen to ask, the skinny cook was chopping ribs, and said impatiently: “There are no radishes, only leeks, what kind of dumplings do you go to the stir-fry restaurant?” Ah, poor man."

Yang Ze looked at the list of dumplings on the menu and curled his lips. If he doesn't want to make them, don't write them on the menu.

He ran back to the boy and apologized slightly: "There are no radishes, only leeks."

The boy pointed to the menu for him to read, and he didn't understand: "It says it's for sale."

Yes, I know it's written, but other cooks don't do it.Yang Ze and the boy stared with wide eyes.

"Let's have leeks then." The boy withdrew his eyes and muttered depressedly, "It was sold two days ago, but it won't be sold today."

Yang Ze wrote the dumplings in a small book, tore them off and put them in the window. He smiled in his heart and said, "Yes, this is not right when you came here, brother. Other tables are filled with stir-fried dishes worth tens or hundreds of yuan. A dumpling that costs a few yuan has to be delayed by the chef to make it alone. People will definitely not be happy to make it for you. If you come two hours late, you will naturally be sold.

Therefore, it is better to go to a special dumpling restaurant to eat dumplings. You can choose the types of dumplings in Yishui, and there are not so many low-quality products.