luck on thursday

The convenience store clerk pulled a rag from the utility room, wrung out the water, and wiped it on the counter, leaving a wet sheen.

The air conditioner was whirring to keep the room warm and drowsy, but it also gave off a strange dish soap-like smell coming from the inside of the air conditioner.

The guest who was greeted took two packs of snacks from the shelf, turned around with a half-smile, curled up his lips and said hello: "Hi." Obviously he recognized him.

He took a few steps over and sat generously next to Lin Qingyang, his good memory reminded him of the past.

"Why do you still eat this bread today?" The gentleman asked a difficult question as soon as he came up, and Lin Qingyang slowly stopped eating the bread.

He pretended to be careless and smiled: "Because it's cheap."

After speaking, he took another bite silently, not wanting to say anything more.

The person next to him seemed a little curious, but out of politeness, he didn't ask any more questions. After being relatively silent for 2 minutes, he asked, "What's your name?"

Seeing Lin Qingyang's blue eyes looking over, he pointed his fingers at the clean table. There were two bags of snacks he just bought in front of it. Lin Qingyang hadn't carefully checked their prices, but it was unlikely that they were cheap.

"You can call me Morris." He smiled.

Morris.

Lin Qingyang chewed the name in his heart, raised his face, and said softly: "Joe."

"Joe," Morris said his name again with a smile, pointing to the white bread in Lin Qingyang's hand, "It's not good to eat this all the time, why don't you buy something else? For example, this," he said casually from the white bread in Lin Qingyang's hand Picking up a bag of soft bread from the shelf that Lin Qingyang couldn't understand the words on the package, "Although it's cheap, the taste is at least twice as good as the one in your hand."

The price is also twice as high as the bread in his hand, which is really expensive and cheap.

The two looked at each other for half a minute, and Lin Qingyang took the lead to look away. He didn't intend to talk too much with a stranger who had met once, so he simply gave the reason: "I'm poor, and I don't have money to buy this."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone fell silent. Morris seemed to look away, took out his phone from his pocket, and didn't say much.

Lin Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, he took a big bite of the bad-tasting white bread in his hand, restless.

He has to finish his lunch quickly, and then go to the talent market—although he can't find a good job, at least he can get a short-term job at the door, get hundreds of 80 yuan, and then return to his newly rented apartment. That smelly basement.

He has no time and no money.

Thinking of this, he ate a few big gulps, and the feeling of being forced down a large lump of starch products in his throat was not good, like eating a ball of cotton or paper towels wet with water, if one ignores the barely remaining taste of bread in the mouth .

"Excuse me, I'm leaving first." He reached out to pick up the black bag that he always carried with him, and when he was about to stand up and leave in a hurry, Morris touched his chin and looked up at him.

Obviously Lin Qingyang didn't say anything wrong, but he told the truth outright, sharply and outrageously: "Are you going to find a job?"

cough!

Lin Qingyang stopped in her tracks and looked back in disbelief: "How do you know?!"

……

The Morgan Hotel has welcomed a new helper, who is exquisite in appearance and nimble in his hands and feet. From the front hall to the back kitchen, he is asked to handle all the tasks that are not well done or not perfect.

The back kitchen is steamy and hot, and the chefs take the time to cook the dishes ordered by the guests, or keep their wrists steady, draw decorative lines on the clean and white plates, and place the food carefully, striving to achieve the best vision Effect.

And between the front hall and the back kitchen, connecting the chef and the waiter is the helper.

Dressed in neat uniforms, they count ingredients and seasonings, check with chefs on guest requests, or simply follow a chef as an assistant to make less important snacks.

When Lin Qingyang was ushered in, she saw such a scene, everyone seemed to be under the wind, and the expressions on their faces were calm and unhurried.

No one's hands are empty, and no one is idly swiping their phones in the corner.Busy crowds can be seen everywhere in the huge back kitchen, the smell of fat that seems to be dripping from the meat, the sweetness of vegetables, the sweetness of desserts, the stickiness of soup accompanied by almonds, Eugen leaves and rosemary , turned into the nasal cavity.

When the door opened, the hot air that belonged to the kitchen rushed towards his face, steaming Lin Qingyang into a rosy white.

The foreman gently led him into the staff locker room, found him a new set of helper uniforms, and after he changed into them, taught him how to tie a bow tie that fit his status.Lin Qingyang put on her clothes clumsily, tied her bow tie, and combed her hair in front of the mirror, as if she was still living in a dream.

"It's still working time. You can get familiar with me for a while, and then when you get off work at night, I will take you to the staff dormitory." The foreman also changed his clothes and turned around to tell him.

Lin Qingyang never expected that a stranger who had only met twice, a new friend who had exchanged names only 2 minutes ago, would be willing to directly offer him a job!It's still a good job that many people can't squeeze in if they want to break their heads!

At that time, Morris knocked casually on the side of the drink cup in the convenience store, wiped off the misty mist on it, and said, "Don't look for a job, I'll just give you a job."

Lin Qingyang also saw a ghost, and believed him inexplicably. After several subway stops, she stood in front of the luxurious Morgan Hotel, but she still didn't recover.Morris took him to meet the restaurant owner, and easily signed a short-term labor contract with weekly wages.

"It's okay, he owes me a favor," Morris waved his hand, drowning in the subway crowd, "I wish you a good job!"

Later, when Lin Qingyang and the owner of the restaurant confirmed each other, they realized that this is a rich second generation who does things as he pleases, likes cheap food and convenience stores that are open 24 hours a day.

Really hell.

Lin Qingyang is a hardworking and good employee as promised by the hotel owner. He seems to be very afraid of losing this job, so he spent [-] percent of his efforts to complete all the tasks entrusted to him.

Within a week, most of the helpers in the back kitchen had heard of his name, because the foreman would always pick him out as an example during meetings to praise him.

The meeting ended a long time ago, and the young boy in his dormitory ran over and grabbed his neck: "Joe, tomorrow is the weekend, where are you going to play?"

Behind him is a group of people laughing:

"Do you want to sing?"

"Go out and relax, I've been working all week, and that fish gave me a hard time yesterday."

"Hahaha, are you doing the work or the fish are doing the work!"

"Oh, I'm on shift tomorrow...I really envy you guys who can go out and play."

"The next time we take a shift, I'll be envious of you!"

Lin Qingyang reluctantly took his roommate's arm off his neck, and a group of people marched into the locker room and changed into the uniforms they needed for work.Under the questioning of her roommate, Lin Qingyang thought about it and shook her head slightly.

The roommate stood next to him wearing a bow tie, opened his eyes wide, and said in disbelief: "It's hard to have a day off, and you just stay in the dormitory and don't go out?!"

"No way," Lin Qingyang buttoned the buttons. After working here for a long time, he became familiar with many things, including the bow tie that had tortured him all morning. I know where there are interesting places. Tomorrow I plan to go out and wander around, just walk around."

My roommate suggested: "You can go to Maple Leaf Avenue for a walk. Most of the tourist attractions are concentrated there, and the stills of the movie My Goddess were shot there."

The voice of the foreman at the door came, calling the employees who were still dawdling inside to come out to work quickly: "Hey everyone! It's time to work!"

The employees came out of it, pushing and shoving and laughing.Lin Qingyang followed behind the big troops, talking to her roommate in a low voice, and when she came to the foreman, she stopped: "Sir, what's the matter?"

The foreman stopped him and told him something: "The boss said you should go to his office after get off work this afternoon."

Must be paid!Since I am a part-time worker and I don't have a bank card, I guess I will be issued a passbook!

Lin Qingyang cheered up immediately, and rarely showed a very happy smile: "Okay, I will go on time!"