luck on thursday

The pan frying the salmon next to my hand is still smoking. The aroma of soft butter and tender fish meat is mixed. It should not attract rodents. That's the reason...

No!Rats love greasy food too!

It rushed over!

Lin Qingyang's heart skipped a beat, and the difference couldn't hold back the scream in his throat. He hurriedly backed away and bumped into Borg. Borg was busy cleaning up the soup stains on his body. come up!

But it's not the time to teach him a lesson!The mouse was coming straight at him!

Borg turned around and wanted to run, but the ground where the soup was splashed was extremely slippery, and the wheels of the crooked dining car slowly slid forward with inertia. Borg didn't notice the soup all over the floor. a mouse!

He stepped on the soup!

Great, we can see!His leather shoes can't bear too little friction!

He fell!

When he was lying on the ground and struggling to get up, the dining car rolled over his face!Once touched, it might be a hole in the shape of a dining car!

The pot in Lin Qingyang's hand shook for a while, the golden fish swayed from one end of the pot to the other, the oil was sizzling, and the whole cooking table seemed to be overturned by a mouse. As it rotated, the handle of the pot swept across the knife holder on the cooking table, and the knife holder shook violently!

It's still shaking!The magnitude is getting bigger and bigger!

Lin Qingyang didn't have time to jump over to rescue him, and everyone watched helplessly——watching a few knives slide down from the knife holder, and stabbed fiercely into the back of Borg's hand who was sitting on the ground!

In an instant, blood splattered, Lin Qingyang only had time to cover his eyes, he could see through the cracks of his fingers, bright colors spread from the floor tiles, and the wailing and sorrow of human beings also spread.

At some point, the mouse disappeared and seemed to disappear behind the gate again. The employees breathed a sigh of relief and came out of their hiding places to clean up the mess. When they turned their heads, they saw Chef Borg sitting on the ground , covered in cold sweat, almost fainting.

"Ah! Blood..."

"Quick! Call an ambulance!"

Lin Qingyang put down the hand covering his eyes in a daze, took a step back, and bumped into the cooking table.

He saw that Borg's hand was stabbed by a knife, almost opened a big opening, cut obliquely, scratched three fingers and the back of the hand, and it seemed that the gloomy white bones under the blood vessels could be seen.Even if such an injury healed, he couldn't pick up the spatula and pick up the pot in a short period of time. If it was more serious, he might not be able to do even slightly delicate tasks.

The sound of an ambulance came from far and near. Borg was helped up by the crowd. He lost one of his leather shoes and his leg was injured by the dining car. Embarrassed.

Someone ran over quickly and gave him first aid, and finally no blood dripped down the seams of the chef's uniform.

When walking past Lin Qingyang, Borg regained consciousness a little bit, he tilted his head slightly, and hissed:

"You wait."

Lin Qingyang stood where he was, and put down the frying spatula in a daze, until his roommate came over and patted him on the shoulder meaningfully.

"Are you ok?"

He stuffed a piece of chocolate into Lin Qingyang's mouth, and Lin Qingyang chewed for a while without making a sound, then nodded.

His roommate pulled him to sit on the bench in the rest area next to him. At this time, the kitchen staff resumed their work and orderly restored the chaos to the original appearance. Every employee who passed by them would greet Lin Qingyang Cast a look, but no one said anything.

Lin Qingyang lowered his head in frustration: "I didn't cause this chaos."

The roommate comforted him: "Of course it's not you, you are a human being, how can you make a deal with a mouse? You can figure it out with your toes."

"But Borg got hurt."

"He..." The roommate suddenly got stuck. He also saw Lin Qingyang and Borg arguing before. In fact, everyone around them was secretly paying attention to their movements, but no one stepped forward to intervene—Borg is an indispensable person after all. The chef, once offended him, I don't know what the next job will be like.

Of course Lin Qingyang also knew about this, he managed to pull himself together: "He knows that I didn't go to Maple Leaf Avenue yesterday, so he probably can guess that I'm cooperating with Mr. Assistant to trick him."

The roommate scratched his head and said, "Then what do you do next?"

After such a thing happened, when Borg came back, he didn't know how to deal with Lin Qingyang. Otherwise, he would choose to leave here and find a new job, or swallow his anger and endure all the difficulties in the future...

No.

"I'm sorry for the job offered by Morris," Lin Qingyang thought in his heart, stood up, and walked to the cooking counter, "Even if I have to leave, I have to finish today's work first, and the salary has not yet been paid."

He turned his head and winked at his roommate.

The roommate sighed.

After get off work, he went to the boss's office and explained to the boss his idea of ​​resignation. The boss gave him a resignation application form and propped his chin to watch Lin Qingyang fill it out on the table.

The boss has a good impression of this boy who is very serious about his work despite being stuffed in

He couldn't help persuading him and said: "You don't have to rush away, Borg, I know, he will always have some bad habits that can't be changed, the last one was so angry and ran away... If you want to stay, I can Arrange you to go to the front desk, so there is no intersection."

"No." Lin Qingyang closed the pen cap and smiled apologetically, "Maybe I'm destined to not be suitable for this job."

The roommate sent him away, from the dormitory to the gate of the block.

Lin Qingyang is carrying his black bag. Although he has lived here for a while, he still has so many things, a few clothes, bank cards and a little cash, and the old mobile phone is stuffed into the trouser pocket, revealing the new The tip of a pair of white headphones I bought.

"So where are you going next?" the roommate asked.

He realized Lin Qingyang's situation in a few words, but he didn't know how to help him.

Lin Qingyang was silent for a while, apparently not knowing how to speak.

He thought carefully and came to two conclusions: he still has some surplus wages on him, so he can continue to stay in Rosaburg for a while to see if he can find an opportunity; or take the train back to his hometown, but the job opportunities in small cities Not necessarily more reliable than big cities.

After struggling for a moment, Lin Qingyang made up his mind.

"I decided to go home," he laughed helplessly, "Rosaburg may not be suitable for me."

The roommate hung his head and twitched the corners of his mouth sadly: "I wish you good luck."

"...Of course, I firmly believe that the future is bright, even if the end is not in sight yet." Lin Qingyang said.

It was evening, and the sky was about to get dark. Lin Qingyang wiped her face, hugged her roommate goodbye, waved her hands and disappeared at the corner of the street. The roommate sniffed, kicked on her slippers, and walked back to the dormitory.

Another employee came over with something in his arms and looked behind him curiously: "Joe is gone?"

"Ah."

"Then you will live alone next time, are you interested in moving here with us?"

"Farewell, it's good to live alone, at least the place is big enough, isn't it?"

"Won't it be boring?"

"It's okay? At least I always feel calm when I stay with Joe, which is not bad."

They were chatting, when there was a sound of footsteps hurriedly coming from the front corridor, the roommate sharply stopped talking, saw another familiar friend turn the corner, saw him and his eyes lit up: "Dawn!" He ran forward.

The roommate was puzzled, and grabbed his arm in a daze: "What's the matter, I have to go back to the dormitory, and there is a night shift to be on at night."

The friend whispered in his ear, with the same meaning inside and out: "It's your dormitory! Someone came at the door, someone came, and said he wanted to find Joe!"

"But Joe has..." Go away!

The roommate's eyes widened in surprise, and finally realized something, then quickened his pace, and saw a man with his back straight, standing at the door of the dormitory, as if he was waiting for someone.

Hearing the movement here, the young man turned around and smiled politely and distantly.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm looking for Mr. Joe Lunn."

It was Louis Wilfried!

He was wearing a very formal suit, well-fitting and high-grade fabric; the dignified silk bow tie was neatly pressed on the neckline, and the slightly long forehead hair was combed back, revealing the smooth forehead and sharp eyebrows; the snow-white gloves were placed by the side , the washed sapphire cuffs are faintly visible.

The three people who came running from behind looked at each other, and finally all eyes were on the roommate. After all, he was the only one here who lived with Joe for a period of time.

The roommate obviously didn't do anything bad, but he was so pressured by Louis Wilfred's aura that he didn't dare to speak, hesitated, and didn't even dare to look up at Louis's face: "Joe...he just left. He left the job."

"Where did he go?" Louis immediately responded and asked.

"He said he went home."

Louis lowered his brows, and his gray-green pupils looked a little scary in the slightly dim aisle.He smiled distressedly, took out his mobile phone, and decided to call: "I wanted to give a surprise..."

After the sweet and beautiful voice came out from the microphone and no one answered the prompt, he finally continued the second half of the sentence softly: "...The result might be a shock."