I was the first to catch up

At the beginning of March, it snowed a little early in the morning. Before dawn, Xing Xing watched noises coming from Xiao Min’s cafeteria, which had been silent for a long time. Put sweat on your waist and look ambitious.

Several employees in the store are handling the final preparations.Most of the employees from three years ago cannot be recruited back. These few employees are newcomers, and Yu Xiaomin still has to teach them. Although the store has not yet opened, Yu Xiaomin feels that he has entered the state.

At the beginning of the new year, primary and middle school students also start school. According to Yu Xiaomin's previous experience, this time should be the time when the turnover will increase.Even so, Yu Xiaomin was still a little uneasy.

After all, it's been three years, people like the new and dislike the old now, would anyone still be willing to come over to eat the breakfast she made?

She rubbed her hands together and let out a sigh.Originally, the big boss Fang Jiayuan was going to come over at this time, so that he could catch up with the opening of the store.But her friend said that Fang Jiayuan's plane was delayed and might not arrive until the afternoon, so Yu Xiaomin was relieved, and even joked with her friend:

"Tell me, what do I call him, Boss Fang? Mr. Fang? I've never called anyone else that."

The friend paused on the other end of the phone, and then she smiled back:

"Boss Fang thinks it's quite appropriate, so why don't you call him Boss Fang? Boss Fang is so strange."

Yu Xiaomin didn't think much about it, she nodded and said yes, and began to practice again in her heart.

Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang, hello, this is Yu Xiaomin.

Is this a little too indifferent?

President Fang?President Fang!you are here.

Isn't that a little too polite?

Yu Xiaomin was thinking about this, time slipped away inadvertently, the staff behind her poked her and whispered:

"Miss Xiao Min, it's time."

Yu Xiaomin laughed, she shook her head and said yes, and stretched when she turned around.It's obviously just such an ordinary movement that I do every day, but sure enough——it's only when I do it in front of the breakfast shop that Yu Xiaomin feels that the day has really begun.

The snow is still falling, and there is no sign of stopping.The snow in front of Xiaomin's cafeteria was covered with a thin layer, and was soon trampled by the footprints of customers.A boy wearing the uniform of No. [-] Middle School stood at the door. He greeted others and said:

"Come quickly! There's no need to line up now, there will be more people in a while."

"Why are you so anxious, isn't the school belle of No. [-] Middle School no longer here to help?"

The boy blushed, and he patted his companion on the shoulder and said:

"I'm here for breakfast! I've been here with my parents for breakfast since I was a child. It's really delicious. It has nothing to do with Sister Jiang Lingyu."

"Look, you still know her name..."

"Shut up! Do you still want me to treat you to eat?"

The two of them got into the store while arguing and scolding. As soon as they entered the store, there was a lot of people inside, and the few employees were too busy at all——Yu Xiaomin poked her head out, and she looked outside in surprise. More and more guests came in, and their hands were already too busy.

She seized the gap to catch a familiar guest, took a closer look, and Yu Xiaomin said with a smile:

"Xiao Zhou? You're so tall, I almost couldn't recognize you—no, that's not what I'm going to talk about. How did you all know that the store opened today? Except I said it in the circle of friends Never told anyone."

The girl who looked like a student blinked and replied:

"Weibo! There's also a post on 'Huan Jiang Yi Long', lady boss, isn't that your propaganda?"

While talking, Xiao Zhou turned out the phone and showed it to her. During the period, Yu Xiaomin was too busy and only had time to glance at it. After remembering the ID of the blogger who posted on Weibo, he hurriedly said thank you.

During the busy breaks, she kept thinking: Propaganda?Where does she get the money to advertise.No matter what she thought, it was Fang Jiayuan's idea, she sighed, feeling more and more that she owed this big boss more and more.

The business hours in the morning seemed to be whizzed by a tornado, Yu Xiaomin's ears hadn't been in such a noisy environment for a long time, and when she saw off the last customer, her ears were still buzzing—probably because Caused by too much excitement.

Yu Xiaomin wiped the tables and chairs together with the staff. After disinfection, she sat on a chair, her chest still heaving rapidly.Yu Xiaomin stayed there in a daze, obviously not switching over from the environment just now.

Exhausted, really exhausted.

Yu Xiaomin took out another tissue and wiped off his sweat.

However, it is also really fulfilling.

She involuntarily raised the corners of her mouth, as if she had secreted a pleasant dopamine after a good workout.

Time flies so fast when you are busy, and you can't squeeze a lot of things into your mind.

This is the state Yu Xiaomin is used to. Today, she realized this fact again:

She loves the job.Not just to make ends meet - but because she likes to "give".

In the past, some people also said that Xiao Min was a bad person, who helped with everything, and took care of everything in a hurry.They said it was because Yu Xiaomin was a nice person, but now Yu Xiaomin just shook his head and belatedly denied it.

Being dependent on others - it's a painful thing indeed.But for Xiao Min, if she is asked to irresponsibly put aside everything and just focus on herself, then she will suffer even more.

Yu Xiaomin took out her mobile phone with a smile on her face. She wanted to go to Weibo to search the promotional Weibo that Xiao Zhou mentioned just now, but she had never played Weibo, nor downloaded it, nor did she have any electronic equipment. Good at, I don't know where to post Weibo after ten minutes.

In desperation, she had no choice but to find a young employee and ask him to post a Weibo for her.The employee just graduated from university this year, and he always speaks in the same way. He said with a smile:

"Boss, why are you like my parents? My parents always ask me such stupid questions."

Yu Xiaomin glared at him. She probably would have started beating someone before, but—indeed, she is 42 years old, so it is not surprising to be said so.

So she just smiled helplessly and said, there is no way, the proprietress is getting old.

After the Weibo was posted, it took Yu Xiaomin a long time to search that Weibo clumsily - he is a food blogger with millions of fans, and he usually shares all kinds of delicious food from restaurants. The note was already posted by him a week ago.

That Weibo post was a contribution from his fans. Until just now, Yu Xiaomin thought it was a bought marketing method and it was fabricated.But she didn't expect that the submission was actually true.

The food blogger tagged "Is that old store in your memory still there?" in that Weibo post, and roughly sorted out the first and last submissions, all talking about the old store in his memory s story.And one of them is about Xiao Min's cafeteria, and there are more than one contributors.

Someone said that when he was in school, there was always such a breakfast shop, which always stood on the corner of the street. Although his parents often went to eat there, he never went there, and he just acquiesced that it existed.

Then one day, he discovered that the most famous and high-spirited senior in the school had also appeared in the breakfast shop.He saw that the senior was still a senior, she tied her ponytail, settled the distressed siblings, and served him a bowl of particularly fragrant noodles.

At that time, he was at the bottom of his studies and felt that he couldn't do anything well and was the most useless guy in the world.

But that afternoon, he watched the senior sister wipe her sweat with a towel, then wrinkled her nose, and showed a smile brighter than the sun.

He knew that the senior sister had given up college for her younger siblings, but she still ran around the campus every day, worrying about other people's affairs.

At that time, he was thinking, how on earth did she do it?Why does she always laugh like this?

As he thought about it, he finished eating the noodles, a few drops of tears fell into his eyes, and the soup tasted salty.Then he found someone tugging at the corner of his clothes, and when he turned around, he saw a little girl standing there, she stretched out her small hand, holding a large handful of tissues in her hand.

"My sister asked me to give it to you."

The little girl handed the tissue to him with great air, and then ran not far away, shouting "Sugar! Sugar!"He looked over and found the helpless senior standing there, smiling apologetically at him.

Since that day, it doesn't mean that I suddenly have the motivation to struggle or something.But whenever he was depressed, he would think of that moment:

The senior sister who was in her youth restrained all her determination and sweated in the small breakfast shop.

This scene has completely replaced the previous impression of this store, from "the old store that my parents often go to" to "the old store that he often goes to".

In the next ten years, and now, he still thinks of it from time to time.

There's a lot more to it than that.A former employee of this store said that his family's situation was very bad at one time, and even embezzled funds from the store.

He thought the landlady knew about it, but she never said it, and it was even the same as usual.Every time after get off work, the proprietress will cook a favorite dish for the employees for free. He loves green peppers, and the proprietress always remembers it.

He said that before he left the job, he ate the shredded pork with green peppers made by the proprietress herself for the last time, crying while eating, fearing that the proprietress would find out.

Someone also mentioned that the daughter of the proprietress of this store looks like a fairy, and is the first love of almost all the boys in the neighborhood.

Some people say that the noodles made by the proprietress are the most delicious in the world, and the buns are delicious even when they are cold!The feeling of swearing is always inexplicably familiar.

In short, the submissions about Xiaomin's cafeteria are full of strange things and are the most interesting.In addition to Xiaomin Canteen, another high-profile old restaurant posted "It's so bad, it's in my forever memory", "It's so bad, but it's been 20 years, I hope it will continue to be bad in the future ", "It's unpalatable, everyone go and eat it, I don't want it to go bankrupt."

So Yu Xiaomin cried and laughed while watching it, and in the end he didn't know how he felt.She shook her head and thought that this is a breakfast shop, and everyone is talking about the proprietress, so she should mention the taste more, right?

Even though she thought so, the tears kept falling and fell on the table.

Going to do it all over again, really... really.

They are all in their 40s, and they still cry so much.

Yu Xiaomin wiped away her tears little by little, and when she felt that she was about to recover, a phone call came. She calmed down and answered:

"Miss Xiao Min, are you in the store? Boss Fang has arrived at the door. If you're not here, I'll tell him and let him come over tomorrow."

Yu Xiaomin panicked, she hurriedly stood up and wiped her hands, untied her apron hastily, and said as she walked out:

"I'm here, did he drive here? Outside now? Why didn't you tell me sooner—"

Her eyes are swollen from crying now, what should I do?

Yu Xiaomin bit the bullet and went out, and there was a black Mercedes-Benz parked at the door.I don't know how long it has been. Yu Xiaomin feels her palms are sweating again. She hasn't been so nervous for a long time.

Mercedes windows are reflective so you can't see inside.Now that the sun was shining again, Yu Xiaomin narrowed his eyes and blocked the sun with the back of his hand.The car door opened just at this time, and she saw a pair of straight suit trousers appear—the ankles looming under the trouser legs seemed too slender.

Click, click.

The man was wearing high heels.

Yu Xiaomin opened her eyes and saw her long hair fluttering. The wind passed by. The man brushed the hair with his fingers and pushed it behind her ears. She tightened her suit jacket, as if she was a little chilly.

Even so, she was still so calm and frankly met Yu Xiaomin's eyes.

——Fang Ranran stood there, snow fell on her shoulders, she raised her eyebrows, her face was delicate and mature with some makeup on.

It's a grown up.

The 21-year-old Fang Ranran's voice remained the same, and her title remained the same.

she says:

"Yu Xiaomin, long time no see."

There was a triumphant smile on his face.