canary in cage

I don't have anything of value on me.

Suddenly, Cecil's eyes fixed on the scarf hanging on the hanger. The burgundy knitting thread was not cheap at first glance, and even the embroidery made of gold thread at the end was manually picked up one by one.

Selling this one might keep him alive for a few weeks.

But this thought Cecil only lasted for a second, it is impossible for him to sell this scarf, at least not now.

Cecil rubbed the scarf lightly, went downstairs again, and found the innkeeper.

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"Hello, are you still recruiting here?"

Cecil lowered his voice as much as possible to make himself look older.

The boss looked Cehir up and down and opened his mouth and asked, "What will you do?"

Cehir was stunned by the question, and raised his head to meet the boss's gaze. The boss was a fat man, standing in front of Cehir was like a wall, and the expression on his face was also invisible.

"What do you need?" Cecil gave an ambiguous answer.

The boss put the things in his hands aside, pointed to the plates and bowls in the sink, and opened his mouth, "Dishwasher, will you?"

Cecil turned around in his mind. He had seen Isli wash dishes a few times. It seemed quite simple, so he smiled and said, "It's ok."

The boss hummed: "Wash it."

"How much money?" The most important thing now is to solve the problem of money.

Hearing Cecil's boss finally laugh: "One hundred copper coins an hour, the more you work, the more you get."

One hundred copper coins?Cecil calculated it in his head, and the price was quite reasonable. After answering the boss, he pulled up his sleeves and stood beside the sink.

The plates were almost left in a pile, and the oil stains on them were so thick that the whole plate would be mushy together. Sehir frowned and took the plates out of the sink.

As soon as one was pulled out from the upper gap, the bottom was suddenly unstable, and a large pile of plates rushed down, making the sound of porcelain colliding.

But luckily none of them were broken, the boss turned his head and reprimanded Cehir when he heard the voice: "Be careful!"

Sehir looked at the oily hand that was fucked, and his frown was even more obvious.

According to memory, Cehir finally squeezed the detergent onto his hands from the countertop, and after the greasy feeling on his hands lessened, Cehir finally started fiddling again.

The detergent seemed to be squeezed too much, and the plate in my hand kept slipping, and it almost fell to the ground several times.

Cecil frantically applied the detergent to the plate, squeezing more and more, until finally, the entire sink was full of foam.

I just took out a plate from the inside, but because it touched the water, I couldn’t hold it firmly. With a “bang”, the plate came out of my hand and fell to the ground.

The next second, Cecil wanted to reach out to pick it up, but he didn't pay attention behind him, and the clothes caught on the spoon protruding from the pool.

In an instant, the spoon lifted the plate, flew out of the pool, hit Cehir's head impartially, and then shattered on the ground.

Hearing the noise, the boss rushed in from the outside. Looking at the bubbles flying inside and the porcelain shards all over the floor, the anger in his heart rose sharply.

He rushed to Cehir in twos, raised his hand and was about to hit Cehir, but when he was about to hit, the boss still held his hand in midair.

After a long while, he sighed angrily, and opened his mouth: "Don't get involved with these things, children, find your parents, and go to bed quickly!"

Cecil opened his closed eyes, watched the boss open his mouth and said, "I'm not a child."

The boss rubbed his head, took out a broom from the side and slowly swept the ground, and opened his mouth calmly: "Even if you are not a child, I will not accept you. Do you want to smash all the dishes in my shop?"

Cecil stood at a loss, opened his mouth and apologized; "I'll pay attention next time."

The boss raised his eyebrows slightly, waved his hands, and said helplessly: "You should go and harm other stores."

It's all for this sake, and Cecil really couldn't open his mouth to say anything, so he could only apologize, and then backed out, before the foam on his hands had time to wash off.

Back in the room, the deserted air surrounded me again, some of the stores outside had already closed, so I had to wait until tomorrow morning for anything.

Now he is so pitiful that he can't even pay for a meal.

Cecil sat by the bed, grinning. Just a few days ago, he was still the young master who stretched out his clothes and opened his mouth, and he was still the one who was held high.

Now he has been so downcast that he has to work for others to make a living, and was kicked out by his boss.

Thinking of this, Cecil laughed subconsciously again. This is simply a world of difference, saying that others must think he is joking.

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On the second day, before dawn, Sehir got up and left the hotel. Every country would distribute free food to the people in the slums every morning, which was a gift from the king.

Cecil exhaled white mist in the cold air, looked at the road signs and looked for the location of the palace. If he didn't go to pick up the meal, he might not even be able to eat today.

Sehir has almost zero hope of finding a job today, he is that poor guy floating on the ground, he has to relearn everything.

Sure enough, in front of the palace, someone had already started to set up a stall, preparing for the distribution of food for the day. Sehir got up very early, and now there were only three or two people gathered.

Cecil covered his clothes with a scarf and stood at the end of the queue.

"Boy, where did you get your clothes? They look good." Suddenly, someone behind him patted Cecil on the shoulder and opened his mouth.

Cehir's clothes are definitely not something ordinary people can afford. He is still here to receive food. Don't guess that the clothes must be picked up from other places. The person standing behind Cehir is certain of his own thoughts .

Cecil grinned, smiled awkwardly, and blurted out: "It's on the east side."

The man looked at Cecil with a grateful expression on his face: "Thank you! I'll take a look later."

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The food distributed today is not bad, a bottle of milk and a piece of dry bread, here are still packed in a bag, this is something Cehir did not expect at all.

As soon as he left the booth, there was a sound of piano in his ears, and Cecil was stunned for half a second. Since he left, he has never heard the sound of piano again.

Cecil walked over following the sound, and there was already a circle of people around here. He leaned in from the side, and it seemed that an event was being held here.

There is a sentence written on the sign hanging inside.

"Participating in the competition can get up to one gold coin!"

The author has something to say:

The young master is still the young master after all, and the canary can only be raised and watched in the end.