There is a price to be paid for cheating food and drinking

Zhang Caixia had slipped away long ago, and there was only one part-time job left in the store, a cheerful, not tall girl who was also a student of the vocational high school next door, one year younger than Qi Yu, her name was Jiang Qiaoan.

"Brother Xiaoyu, you're here." Jiang Qiaoan greeted.

She is from the north, and her parents went out to work when she was young, and no one took care of her, so they sent her to her grandma's house in the south.The little girl didn't feel that she was not used to it, but she couldn't speak Mandarin well.

From calling Xiaoyu brother to Xiaoyu brother gradually, Qi Yu got used to it.

There was a milky scent of pastries in the cold drink shop, and Feng Jiayang was attracted to them as soon as he entered the room. He pointed to the pastries on the recovery table and asked curiously, "You still sell cakes here?"

Jiang Qiaoan stared closely at Feng Jiayang, never taking his eyes off him.

Qi Yu was already handsome enough, what kind of shit luck did he have to see someone even more handsome today.

Qi Yu took off his school uniform, put on his work apron, and put on disposable gloves neatly after washing his hands.

"Originally there were only cold drinks, but recently Miss Xia suddenly wanted to order some desserts." Qi Yu explained.

Jiang Qiaoan turned to Qi Yu: "Brother Xiaoyu, who is this?"

Feng Jiayang raised his head, before Qi Yu could speak, he introduced himself first: "Feng Jiayang, his... the landlord."

After speaking, he turned his eyes back to the cake: "I want one of those."

Jiang Qiaoan shyly put away the pastries: "Brother Landlord...No, Brother Xiao Jia, this is not edible."

"why?"

"This is a failed product I made. I put too much sugar in it, and I'm going to throw it away later." Jiang Qiaoan scratched her head.

Feng Jiayang swallowed, "Okay, is there any food left?"

"No, the dessert is still under experimentation." Qi Yu teased him unceremoniously, "If you're going to be hungry, I suggest you turn left and right to find something to eat."

Feng Jiayang was not afraid of being tough, he glanced at the scattered customers in the store, picked up the employee apron on the workbench, put it on himself, and said to Qi Yu: "I will delay you for a while. Hours, brother will pay you, tell me what do you want me to do for you?"

Jiang Qiaoan blinked her eyes, and looked at Qi Yu suspiciously, it was the first time she met someone who was rushing to work when she grew up.

Qi Yu cleaned up the tableware, remembering last night that Feng Jiayang said he wanted to compensate him, and lost his temper after being rejected, so he said with a headache: "It's okay to help, but there is no salary."

"You think I don't care about the ten yuan?" Feng Jiayang said "fuck" in his heart.

Qi Yu never looked up, he sighed, wondering what Feng Jiayang would do?

I don't know anything, as long as this master doesn't cause trouble.

"You can do whatever you want, you can do whatever you want." Qi Yu said flatly.

Feng Jiayang has never experienced a part-time job. He has never been short of money since he was a child. Although his mother has never contacted him, she is still conscientious. Ever since his father died, she has been paying the old lady Cary for living expenses every month.

The old lady still has land in the country, and the monthly rent is also a source of funds, and Feng Yan often gives him pocket money, so Feng Jiayang lives fairly well.

At the age of 17, he is always full of passion for new things. This is the first time in his life to experience part-time work.

Jiang Qiaoan warmly received the two guests, and politely sent away the customers who left after eating.

Feng Jiayang stood on the sidelines and stared at it from beginning to end. The passion that took less than 3 minutes was repelled like this. He couldn't learn the bullshit of "welcome" and "next time".

He has grown so big, he has never done anything with a hot face and a cold butt.

After Jiang Qiaoan cleaned up the dining table and straightened the cushions on the sofa, she looked at Feng Jiayang who was standing aside and wanted to laugh: "Brother Jia, what are you thinking about?"

"Huh?" Feng Jiayang came back to his senses and caught a glimpse of the cone machine, "Let me make a cone."

He looked at the four wrenches on the machine and asked, "What do these four buttons mean?"

Jiang Qiao'an: "There are four flavors, namely Milk Fragrance, Strawberry, Hami Melon and Chocolate. Just push the corresponding wrench for any flavor you want."

Feng Jiayang nodded and turned to Qi Yu: "What flavor did you bring me yesterday? Why didn't you ask me which flavor I wanted?"

Qi Yu's voice came along with the muffled sound of the water: "The smell of milk, nothing else tastes good."

Feng Jiayang let out an "oh", picked up the cone on the side, and pushed the first button.The machine hummed, and then a rich milk-flavored ice cream was squeezed out from the outlet.

Feng Jiayang doesn't twist his shape like Qi Yu, he can only pick it up dryly, which is extremely ugly.

More and more ice cream came out, and the speed was very fast. Feng Jiayang didn't react for a while, and only one sentence was left in his mind, "Damn—"

Before he could swear, he suddenly pressed his hand with one hand and pushed the machine wrench up. The sound of the machine stopped abruptly, and the ice cream was no longer squeezed out at the exit.

The owner of that hand appeared very quickly and then left very quickly. When Feng Jiayang recalled it, there was only a cold touch left.

He looked awkwardly at the ugly cone in his hand, and the cone machine that was rubbed with ice cream.

Qi Yu picked up the rag on the table and wiped off the stains, looked back at the cone in his hand, and said coldly: "Eat it, scan the code after eating."

There seemed to be something wrong with these words, Feng Jiayang licked it, it looked ugly but tasted good, "What do you mean?"

"A cone is six yuan." Qi Yu replied.

"..." Feng Jiayang refused to accept it: "Six dollars for being so ugly?"

Qi Yu nodded.

Feng Jiayang scolded: "Fuck, black shop."

Jiang Qiaoan was so happy that she couldn't straighten up, she hiccupped, calmed down slowly, and said, "Brother Xiao Jia, Brother Xiao Yu is just teasing you."

He added: "Just eat, even if sister Xia is here, she won't ask you for money."

Feng Jiayang glared at Qi Yu, stretched out his other hand and gave Qi Yu's back a middle finger.

After eating the cone, Feng Jiayang gave up completely.

He can't get rid of his face when receiving guests; he has never done it at home when he cleans up the table and washes the dishes; he can't even make iced drinks and pastries.Suo Xing Qi Yu finally showed mercy and found him a barely acceptable job - delivering things.

Qi Yu: "Tomatoes."

Feng Jiayang raised his right hand and handed the tomatoes on the cutting board to Qi Yu.

"lettuce."

"Give."

"egg."

"That."

Qi Yu paused, with some doubts: "He was born?"

"I still have to be responsible for cooking?" Feng Jiayang was more puzzled than him.

Seeing this, Jiang Qiaoan hurriedly interrupted, embarrassedly said: "Brother Xiaoyu, let me use the fried eggs for my practice of making pastries."

Qi Yu gave a "hmm" and picked up the electric baking pan on the shelf.

Feng Jiayang looked at Qi Yu frying eggs proficiently, recalled how he was busy in the kitchen this morning, and said curiously: "You didn't learn all your skills here, did you?"

Qi Yu didn't answer, he just cared about frying eggs.Feng Jiayang was already used to it, and he didn't expect Qi Yu to answer.

"I heard Sister Xia said that Brother Xiaoyu knew everything when he first came, and he didn't need her to teach him at all." On the other hand, Jiang Qiaoan, who was at the side, chatted with Feng Jiayang when he got the kung fu. After a while, he got a general understanding of Qi Yu's situation. .

It turned out that Qi Yu didn't come to work part-time every day, he only came on Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday afternoon, fifteen hours a week.

Feng Jiayang calculated in his mind that he could earn 150 yuan a week, just for one barbecue meal.

He curled his fingers, thinking about the competition bonus, perhaps 3000 yuan is a lot of money for poor students.

Qi Yu was so focused on frying eggs that he didn't have time to pay attention to the way Feng Jiayang looked at him, let alone what the school bully was thinking at this moment.

After about 5 minutes, Qi Yu placed the fried eggs on top of the lettuce leaves, and continued to order Feng Jiayang without raising his head: "Ham."

Feng Jiayang came back to his senses and handed the ham over.

"One more lettuce leaf." Qi Yu said.

Only then did Feng Jiayang understand: "Are you making a sandwich?"

Qi Yu said "hmm" and asked, "Do you like salad dressing?"

Feng Jiayang shook his head reflexively, he looked into Qi Yu's eyes, in fact Qi Yu's eyes were very bright, as if there was a layer of water in them.Feng Jiayang had an instant thought, if Qi Yu smiled, it would look good.

Qi Yu put on the last layer of bread, then wrapped it in plastic wrap and pressed it hard, before cutting the square sandwich.

Jiang Qiaoan came over after finishing her work, and her eyes lit up instantly when she saw the sandwiches on the plate.

She stretched out her hand and said excitedly: "Thank you Brother Xiaoyu, you are so kind to make my favorite sandwich again."

Qi Yu mercilessly slapped Jiang Qiaoan's outstretched hand away, and said flatly, "I don't have you today."

Feng Jiayang was stunned, and didn't recover until Qi Yu pushed the plate in front of him.

"No salad." Qi Yu looked at him, still expressionless, "Eat, haven't you been hungry since you arrived here?"

Feng Jiayang felt an indescribable strangeness in his heart for a moment, and his mind stopped turning, and he stared at the plate motionlessly.

Just when Qi Yu thought that this person might not like sandwiches, Feng Jiayang said, "How much is this?"