Rain

"Rain, let's go." Sanji held my hand without saying anything, and pulled me upstairs to his room.He forced me to sit on the edge of the bed, then rummaged in the drawer, found a bottle of wound medicine, and sat next to me.

Without waiting for him to say anything, I obediently rolled up the sleeve of my right hand and raised my arm.His complexion didn't soften, he was still sullen, but he was careful in the movement of the wound medicine, for fear of hurting me.

In fact, even if the medicine is applied lightly, no matter how gentle the movement is, it will still hurt if the wound is touched.I helplessly looked down at the focused Sanji, with warmth in my eyes: "Sorry... never again."

Sanji ignored me, just applied the ointment, and after confirming that all the bruises were covered, he let go, and threw the medicine jar back into the drawer, sulking. "Sanji..." I realized something was wrong, and my voice gradually became weaker, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again... Really..."

"Don't say I'm sorry, it's not your fault. And there won't be a next time." Sanji frowned and looked at the floor in front of him, with an annoyed tone, "I'm late...Sorry..."

"Sanji, this is also not your fault." I made an oath gesture, extremely serious, "I promise there will be no next time."

Sanji was still unhappy, angry at himself for being late and for my injury.He glanced at me and said in a calm tone, "If I'm not here, just hit them with a tray and call me out loud."

This is such a humane and constructive suggestion... I couldn't help laughing. After seeing Sanji's dissatisfied expression, I quickly restrained my smile and continued to look serious: "Well, next time I will definitely smash it with a tray , and then shouted at you."

"You always don't care about what you say..." Sanji flicked a cigarette between his pockets, and decided not to continue complaining, "Forget it, you go to rest."

"Okay." I knew I couldn't beat Sanji no matter what, so I nodded helplessly, "I'm going to rest." When I was almost at the door, I nodded politely at him, smiled, and said sincerely: "Thank you, I really troubled you .”

He actually sighed, stood up and strode forward, rubbing my head: "Rain, don't be so polite."

I slapped his hands away, puffed up my cheeks, and protected my head, with a dull tone: "Please, don't rub it randomly, it will fall apart... You must know that the head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hairstyle can't be messed up..."

"Hi, hi." Sanji finally withdrew his hand, his face was not so gloomy, and there was a faint smile in his eyes, "I'll go to the kitchen and make you something to calm your nerves."

Sanji is the sous chef of this restaurant, and his skills are very good.People are a bit ruffian, but only 15 years old.I heard that this store was supported by him and the store manager.When it comes to fighting, kicking is quite good.The disadvantage, well, it should just be that every time I see a beautiful woman, I will go crazy, and I will waive their meal fee on my own initiative.This is the reason why I asked him to come to the dining area as little as possible after I became a waiter.However, in such unexpected situations, he always came to the rescue.

To be honest, since I came here three months ago, the fact that he has never been crazy about me has really frustrated me.When I look in the mirror, I will silently think that I am so unattractive?But I do look average, with pale skin, a thin body, and faint dark circles under my eyes.Although she has absolutely nothing to do with being glamorous and generous, she can barely be considered delicate and pleasant.

I was so depressed that I ran to him and asked him: "Sanji, am I too ordinary?" I didn't ask if I didn't meet your standards, and I never admitted that I was afraid of being hit.

Sanji took a puff of cigarette at that time, glanced at a certain part of me, hesitated for a moment, and gave me a very cryptic explanation: "Rain, you are overthinking. I will make you stew papaya milk tonight."

Facts have proved that this is a forbidden area for all women... My expression drifted for a moment, and I had the urge to take the kitchen knife next to him and chop him up. Are you only 15 years old?The size of the breasts is beyond my control.

But from that day on, he did not break his promise and started to stew a bowl of papaya milk for me every night.Depressedly, I ate it all in line with the principle of not wasting food.But the breast size has not changed significantly...

Yes, don't waste food.My eyes darkened, but the smile on my face didn't change.

At that time, I was drifting at sea according to the day and night to mark how many days I spent at sea.I am constantly looking forward to being rescued.Nineteen days from the time I can remember to being rescued at the end.

The loneliness, the fear and the hunger almost drove me crazy.It was full of water as far as I could see, but I couldn't drink it.The sun was so hot during the day that it almost dried me out.And at night, the wind was blowing, and it was too cold to sleep.The whole person quickly collapsed.

I endured it the other day, reassuring myself that this is the latest diet to lose weight.On the ninth day, the person had no strength to stand up and almost collapsed.Leaning against the edge of the boat, I was finally so hungry that I began to drink the salty seawater desperately.He scooped it up frantically with his hands, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

My reason told me I couldn't drink, but my body couldn't hold on. I was thirsty for food. I deluded myself and hoped that the water would fill my empty stomach.The cold water stimulated my dry esophagus, and almost immediately, I began to retch continuously, coughing up the seawater that I had swallowed hard just now.The water choked my airways and nearly killed me.It’s so easy to cough up, the mouth is full of salty taste, the mouth is getting more and more dry, the mouth is completely dry and cracked, and after a while I will mutter to myself, the voice is so hoarse due to lack of water that I can’t hear it: "Water..."

In the next few days, my mind fell into a state of complete coma. Occasionally when I was awake, I couldn't even open my eyes, and I could barely distinguish between day and night by the heat and cold of my body. No. On the 13th day, there was a wet feeling on my lips. I opened my mouth halfway, and the water hit my face drop by drop, and fell on my tongue, more and more dense.The instinct to survive made me swallow the nectar that fell from the sky almost madly.Rain, it's rain.I slumped on the deck of the boat, trying to open my eyes to watch the torrential rain, and I had an extremely strong desire: to live.I am so close to death at this moment, but I finally realize my unwillingness and fear. I don't want to die, I want to live!I don't know where to borrow strength, I took off my shirt, and then the rain fell from the sky.

His already weak body was hit by the heavy rain without any surprise, but he miraculously maintained his consciousness. In the next few days, he relied on the wet clothes to absorb the precious water.Finally, I heard someone talking, opened my eyes and vaguely saw a ship in the distance, and fell into darkness completely.

Later I heard that it was Sanji who found me, and he was the one who rescued me.Anyway, I woke up at this sea restaurant.

The reason why I am closer to Sanji is because he is the first person I saw when I opened my eyes, the chick plot...

The store manager took me in after listening to my experience, and my body was too weak for a period of time.I heard that Sanji and the store manager had a similar experience to me before, so they treated me very well and cooked nutritious meals for me in different ways every day.

After ten days and half a month, when I was able to get out of bed and move around, I started to work as a free waiter to pay back favors.There is no way, the skin is not thick enough, I always feel that I owe others.

The store manager has a beard as strong as steel and superb cooking skills.It's just that there is a wooden leg on one side where the foot should be. It is said that one of the store manager's feet was lost in that accident.But this didn't affect his skill at all, and he didn't suffer a bit when fighting with Sanji.

The relationship between Sanji and the store manager seems to be very tense, and every time it is an old man, the old man yells.Despite the harsh words, he is probably the one who cares most about the store manager in private.

Sometimes he would come to me conveniently and ask the store manager how he reacted after eating the dishes he made.I will kindly tell him which dishes the manager seems to have eaten a few more mouthfuls quietly.And every time at this time, Sanji would light a cigarette, pretending not to care and say, "Cut, picky old man..."

As for the store manager, after being swearing at each other, sometimes he will find fault with Sanji, because of a trivial matter, the two will fight at every turn.And I would try to persuade the fight at first, but after I understood it, I let them go.Occasionally, I ran into always smiling and walked away quickly, not trying to persuade the fight, and everyone was not surprised.

If you disturb the exchange of feelings, you will be struck by lightning.

Yes, I personally think this is a way for the two of them who are equally awkward to communicate, and it feels very warm when you get used to it.Because in the end, Sanji always seemed to be beaten badly by the store manager, but in fact he was not hurt very badly.

After each fight, the store manager would have a serious expression on his face, throwing me a bunch of wound medicine and bandages as if he didn't care, and then asked me to dispose of these things he didn't use.I'll nod in agreement, then knock on Sanji's door and hand over these things to him in my name.

How can their relationship be improved?Two people who are equally awkward...

Shrugging, well, it's still working time.

Another guest came outside the door, I straightened my black uniform, opened the door slowly, bowed slightly, with a reasonable smile on my face.After seeing the visitor, the smile widened a bit: "Welcome, Ms. Avril Lavigne, Mr. Smith. Are you still sitting in the same position as last time?"

"It's hard for you to remember, it was all a few months ago. It's the same position as last time." The lady named Avril was surprised.

"To be precise, it was two months ago. Miss Avril is so beautiful, how can I forget it so easily?" I was satisfied to see her smile brighten a bit. Sure enough, compliments from the same sex or the opposite sex will make women Feel good.Dutifully lead them to the previous table and pull out the chair: "Miss Avril, please sit down."

Bring two menus, and I will wait aside.

They didn't look at the menu, but looked at me directly. Mr. Smith said, "Let's have the dish that I ate last time. I think it tastes good."

"Okay." I quickly wrote the menu, "Please wait a moment."

The host and guest enjoyed a meal.Before leaving, they gave a generous tip.My smile became brighter, I bowed slightly, and my words were sincere from the heart: "Welcome to come again next time."

While I was waking up to take care of myself, Sanji gave me a few books to relieve my boredom.So I found that I have a very good memory ability.As long as you are willing to remember, you will remember it when you have a snack.There are still a few tables in the same situation, and I try my best to serve new customers.There is nothing impossible, only unexpected.Strive for the complete satisfaction of the guests.Attentive service, elegant decoration, beautiful music, all of which have my participation.And I'm so serious, it's for the tip.

Yes, I'm working hard to earn tips even though I'm not getting paid right now.I want to make enough money and leave.

The author has something to say:

Haha, happy Christmas Eve~

Have you noticed?Started to complain... (cover face)

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