Rain

Another busy day... With a few orders in hand, I pushed open the kitchen door with a smile and walked into the core of the restaurant.

The aroma of various foods, mixed with the taste of seafood, will whet your appetite.The chefs in snow-white chef gowns are working in full swing, very busy.

"Rain, what's the next order?" Bligh, who was cooking with both hands left and right, saw me walking in front of him, kept his hands on his hands, and asked questions very fast.With a shake of his hand, a beautiful bright yellow flame burst out from the frying pan, and then dissipated.

I glanced at the list again and answered quickly with a smile: "One filet mignon, one seafood jambalaya. I've already served the red wine and appetizers, and the main course should be ready in 10 minutes."

With a confident look on his face, he flipped his wrist and put the two pots of dishes into a clean white porcelain plate.He focused on setting the plate and pouring juice, making adjustments, without raising his eyes to look at me, and his voice was hard to hear amidst the noise: "Well, it's okay."

I picked up the tray that was already full, passed by Chiga who was arranging sweets, and casually reminded: "The guests at tables 5 and 25 are about to finish their main course."

Qijia stopped what he was doing, frowned, anxiously: "Rain, it will be ready soon, but I always feel that this dessert...is missing something..."

I stopped, looked seriously at the creme brulee next to the vanilla ice cream in front of him, and suggested sincerely, "How about...decorating with fruit?"

"Not bad!" Qijia's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed a few washed strawberries, cut them neatly, and arranged the bright red strawberry petals. He muttered, "It's both good-looking and greasy, how could I forget it?

"Thanks, Rain, you are always helpful." Chiga looked up and smiled, and put a few plates of desserts on a tray, "This is the dessert for tables 5 and 25."

"Okay." I grinned at him and made a cheering gesture with my free left hand.Then he straightened his black tie and walked out of the kitchen with a tray in both hands.

The beautiful violin music is flowing in the background, and the elegant layout of the restaurant is refreshing.Different from the noise in the kitchen, the guests here will deliberately restrain their volume when they speak, and their manners are much more elegant.

After serving a few main courses, I walked to table No. 5 and bowed slightly: "This is the dessert you ordered." With a smile on my face, I carefully placed the exquisite dessert in front of the guest, and removed his main course neatly plate, change tableware, and do not forget to leave a sincere sentence: "I wish you a pleasant meal."

Then I walked to table 25, ready to repeat the same steps.Only this time, when I was leaning over to pack the dinner plate, the brown-haired man on the right grabbed my wrist. This time, I touched the bruise that had not completely dissipated. I shook my hand, and the tray was connected The two desserts fell to the marble floor with a crisp sound, which was particularly abrupt.There was arrogance in his voice, which was loud enough to attract everyone's attention: "Hey! Waiter, why are our desserts better than theirs?"

"Sir, I'm really sorry, it was my negligence." I glanced at the overturned food lightly, clenched my left hand into a fist, lowered my head to hide the flash of anger in my eyes, but when I looked up, Still smiling appropriately, as if nothing had happened, as if he could not feel the pain in his right hand at the moment, he whispered softly, "Can you let go first?"

"Huh? Your negligence? Do you know who I am?" His mighty voice echoed in the shop, full of complacency, "I am an important government official, if you offend me, this small restaurant will cease to exist. "

Is it really the style of government officials to suppress people with power?I have been here for a long time, and naturally I have seen many people.Although the navy that comes here to patronize has strict self-discipline, it is easy to talk to guests.But there are also officials who are messing around and making trouble for no reason.

The reason why this small restaurant can continue to operate in a sea of ​​mixed fish and dragons is that there must be a matching behind-the-scenes force.Didn't you think about this, so you brazenly used the so-called government as the backer to threaten others?

I exerted some force on my hand, but I still couldn't withdraw my hand from his confinement, and I said very hard: "My guest, please let go."

He was displeased, and added some strength to his hands, and began to yell, with a sharp voice, "Is this how you receive guests!"

Despite the pain in my arm, I suddenly had the urge to laugh.The customer is king doesn't work in this store, man.Don't you know what our restaurant is famous for?

I glanced at the companion opposite him, and his companion looked out of the window as if he had nothing to do with himself.

It seems that the reaction was so violent because of why he was ashamed in front of his companions?Or is it spreading evil fire on me?

The so-called people do not offend me, I do not offend others.But if someone offends me, I will offend him.

The smile on my face did not change, and my tone was teasing: "The service purpose of our restaurant is to satisfy you. The customer is indeed God, but your current behavior... tsk tsk, is your strength reflected in bullying weak women? Really insightful Yes. It seems that our restaurant can't accept customers who distort justice and waste food at will... Please."

He suddenly became furious: "You, you... come here, where is the store manager? The waiter makes trouble and the store manager won't come to discipline him?"

"The store manager is very busy." I glanced at his claws that were still holding my wrist, raised my eyebrows and smiled brightly, with a sincere tone, "Before that, sir, please respect yourself. Going orangutans have no interest."

The customers in the store laughed together with dignity.

"You!" He moved closer to my face in embarrassment, his face was distorted a little with anger, and he couldn't look at it at all, "How dare you call me an orangutan!"

My hands that were not being held began to be slowly clenched, but there was a sincere self-criticism on my face: "No, that's not what I meant." Seeing his face gradually calm down, I smiled and didn't panic Throw out the next sentence without haste, so that everyone can hear clearly: "You are clearly inferior to a beast."

Someone who claimed to be an important government official was short of breath again: "You!" He moved his hand, but he didn't dare to slap me in front of everyone.And I raised my hand, about to reward him with a punch, but was stopped from behind.

I turned my head and took a look.The blond half-length hair covered half of the face, and the black suit looked tall and straight. He smiled embarrassedly: "Sanji..."

"Girls shouldn't hit people, their hands will hurt." He lit a cigarette, glanced at me lightly, and glanced at a certain navy standing in front of me. When his eyes met him, he was still holding my wrist tightly. His hand suddenly became sharp, "This kind of thing..."

The man on the opposite side let go of his hand involuntarily, and shouted forcefully, "What, what are you doing? It was this waiter who offended us first..."

I shook my head secretly in my heart, as soon as the momentum of the fight weakened, the winner or loser had already been decided.

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked out by Sanji, and several pieces of the wall shattered where he landed, causing several ladies in the store to scream, while more people watched the show with great relish. Applause and cheers.

I'm not surprised by the fact that we're really treated like amateur entertainment, and wondered inconsequentially that the potential for people's gossip is endless.Sanji just looked at me with a cigarette in his mouth, ignoring the felled guy over there, and raised his eyebrows: "We men can do it for us."

I tried to move my half-stiff arm, and it hurt a lot. I guess it won't get better in a short time.I deliberately put my right hand in the blind spot of Sanji's vision, smiled brightly, and said haha: "Thank you, then I should find something to pack..."

"As for you..." Sanji looked down and saw the shattered sweets on the ground, his expression darkened.Then, regardless of my dodge, he took my right hand gently but without rejection, and pulled up the sleeve of the shirt that I had deliberately pulled off. Looking at the more serious bruises, his complexion turned black completely, and he turned around. The person in the corner was even more stern, "No matter what the reason is, a man cannot touch a woman."

Someone who fell on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face got up, covered his wound, and stammered: "You, you, don't go too far, we are..."

"Enough." His companion suddenly interrupted him, "Pay the bill, we will be responsible for the compensation." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, very simply.I glared at his back, pursed my lips, what is it, and finally pretended to be a good person to stop my companion from spitting.

Hai Hai gave Sanji and me a vicious look, muttered a few words but still reluctantly dropped the money, and then said: "Remember me!" and chased them out.Obviously that was someone he couldn't offend.

Power is really that important sometimes.

I bent down to clean up the mess on the ground, but Sanji stopped me.

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