When a man is very hungry, it doesn't matter whether he is reserved or not, and his face is not shameless, and as soon as the young waiter Eller turns and disappears, the bowl of salty soup is already in his stomach.

Until I finished eating, I didn't taste what this salty soup was made of, I just felt that it tasted good, and I actually tasted the taste of diced meat in it, which made Wendell secretly regret a little, and knew that he should drink it slowly.

He hadn't tasted meat for almost two months, and the owner of this house was really a loser, so he was just in charge of the waiter's meal, and even the waiter's meal had meat in it, which was a treatment that those lords and nobles didn't have.

A bowl of salty soup not only did not quench hunger, but made the gurgling stomach scream even more, as if the whole stomach was stirred together.

But Eller didn't lie to him, the food came up quickly, not long after he put down the pickle soup, the young waiter Eller had already returned with a gust of wind, still holding a wooden plate in his hand, and shouted with full of energy, "A big bowl of noodles, you use it slowly." ”

Wendell only then remembered that he had no idea what a large bowl of noodles was.

Large bowl.

The bowl is indeed very large, the bulky wooden bowl is three times larger than an adult's head, and the belly is large and high, even if it is holding water, it can hold three or four pounds, and it is indeed worthy of the name of a large bowl.

The thin strips of white and yellow in the inside are probably called noodles.

Half water and half noodles, there was a thick layer of oil floating on it, three or five black dried vegetables, two thin slices of meat, rich and fragrant, straight into Wendell's nose.

At this time, Wendell felt a cold behind him, and a bunch of people pushed the door in, and the people arrived before the sound came, "Waiter, come to eight bowls of noodles, be fast, wait to go to work, put more noodles and less soup, and have enough oil and water, I'm here to bring you new customers, if you fool me and lose my face, don't blame me for not paying for food." ”

"Mr. is really good at laughing, we treat new and old customers the same, eight bowls of noodles, more noodles and less soup, oil and water should be enough, new and old customers come together. ”

The young waiter, Eller, responded brightly, and while magically pushing a dish in front of Wendell, he whispered, "Sir, you eat first, I'll go and say hello over there, this is the salt beans that our fellows made themselves, not a good thing, but it's good to eat." ”

"Go ahead and get to work, leave me alone. Wendell felt numb in his heart, this time he couldn't deceive himself, it wasn't the fireplace that really warmed him, but this seemingly inconspicuous little favor.

There are not many salt beans in the small plate, only thirty or forty grains, I am afraid that it is the limit of what the other party can do, and it is a great risk, no boss likes to eat waiters inside and outside, Wendell changed hands, and poured salt beans into his large bowl of noodles.

"It's made by mixing wheat flour with barley flour. "Wendell's previous shop was related to food, and as soon as he entered it, he tasted the ingredients of slender things.

The taste is not excellent, it is slightly coarse and hard, it should be caused by barley flour, but considering the price of two coppers, it is normal, if it is all made of wheat flour, even if the price of grain is normal, you will have to pay for it alive.

The soup tasted excellent, especially the dried vegetables and thin slices of meat, and Wendell was reluctant to eat it.

In the meantime, the young waiter Eller passed by him again, and a large bone the size of a fist fell silently into his large bowl, although there was only a pitiful shred of flesh on it, but Wendell's tears could no longer be suppressed.

After gnawing the bone clean, Wendell carefully put it in his pocket, not wanting to cause any more trouble to the young waiter.

The business of this restaurant is really good, and when Wendell finished eating, three or four more batches of customers came one after another, most of them were regular customers, and most of them were large bowls of noodles.

It wasn't until Wendell got up to leave to pay that Eller, who was too busy to touch the ground, pulled over again and said with a smile, "Sir, how was the food?"

"It was the best breakfast I ever had. Wendell said solemnly, this is not a lie, this is indeed the best breakfast he has ever had in his life, both human and food.

"Let all diners eat well, is our biggest purpose, if you feel good, Mr. will come again when he is free, copper is impossible to save one for you, but it can definitely make you full and eat well. ”

The young waiter's face with a smile that never faded added to his not-so-handsome face.

"Yes!" Wendell nodded, and the ghost asked, "You don't hate me?"

"Hate you, why hate you?"

The young waiter Eller was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, and his smile became even brighter.

"I have been a waiter since I was seven years old, and now I have been eleven years old, and I have followed not ten bosses but also eight, except for the current boss, you are the kindest and most benevolent boss I have ever met, a person who treats outsiders without stinginess and love, how can you treat your own people badly? ”

Eller hesitated and continued.

"If Mr. is not ashamed, you can let the child apply for a waiter here, Mr. also saw that the business here is generally not bad, the manpower is a little insufficient, the salary is not very high, and it looks like seven or eight coppers a day, but there are two meals a day, morning and evening, if there are some leftovers at night, the boss doesn't mind us taking it home, if you want, I can help mention it to the boss." ”

"Thank you. This word is the word that Wendell has on his lips the most today, and he really doesn't know how to express his feelings except for this word, "I'll think about it." ”

Since leaving the restaurant, Wendell has been a little confused, he can't remember how he went to work, and what he kept thinking about was Eller's proposal, as a neighbor only across the street, how could Wendell not know about the restaurant's recruitment of waiters.

He had thought the same thing three weeks earlier, but there was a threshold in his heart that he couldn't cross, and the owner of the medical clinic and the restaurant was an Andes.

Although there are more and more Andes who have been freed by various means in the capital, there are more Andes who exist as slaves, and the ideas that have been formed over a long period of time cannot be changed for a while.

What's more, the Manyu military leader has just had a head-on conflict with the Andes, and many people attribute the root cause of the leader's great turmoil to the Andes, and their attitude towards the Andes has become even more extremely bad, which has led to more conflicts and crimes.

Working for an Andes, this name will definitely make people laugh out of their big teeth.

The whole social atmosphere is like this, Wendell is in it, and naturally he can't get rid of it.

What's the point of being laughed at when survival is a problem?

The black flint that he dug up was finally sold to the Andes, isn't it the same disguised work for the Andes?

Let the eldest and second child try it tonight, half the eldest child, eat the old man to death, as long as the problem of eating these two boys is solved, even if there is no salary, their life will be much better.

After the thought was cleared, Wendell's whole person was much more relaxed, and at the same time, he felt that the two coppers spent in the morning were worth it, at this point in the past, the rumbling stomach that had been hungry for a long time, today is a lot more settled, Lele the belt of his pants, and hold on until dinner, absolutely no problem.

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After Wendell left, the restaurant entered its first busy phase of the day.

Most of the people who came were working-class people like Wendell, and most of them were familiar faces, and even if there were occasional raw faces, they were brought by acquaintances, most of whom came for large bowls of noodles and coarse grain steamed buns.

Obviously, I tasted the sweetness, the taste was okay, even the soup with the underwater belly, even if I had a big appetite, a big bowl of noodles and two coarse grain steamed buns, I could also support my stomach, and three coppers were worth a day of high-intensity labor, which was still a more cost-effective deal.

"Eyler, the boss called you. Another young waiter greeted loudly.

"Got it, thank you, come right away. Eyler gave the food in his hand to the guest, "Sorondo, help me say hello, there are four large bowls of noodles and four coarse grain steamed buns here, a plate of salt beans, regular customers, the amount should be enough." ”

"Okay, right away. The young waiter, named Saurondor, answered.

Eller wiped his hands and feet before going upstairs, and carefully checked his clothes to make sure that he was neat, and his new boss had very strict requirements for hygiene.

In his original words, "In addition to the catering industry, in addition to the children's undeceived and large amount of work, the necessary hygiene is equally important, which will reduce the spread of epidemics, if you want to do it here, in addition to the hands and feet diligent, personal hygiene must be maintained, in the face of a dirty waiter, how can diners have an appetite?"

Eller, who has been a waiter since he was a child, knows that as long as every word his boss says, it should be regarded as a wise saying, and abiding by every rule set by the boss is a necessary condition for a long time.

The world is difficult, it is not easy to find a good job, and it is even more difficult to find a job that suits you, Eller cherishes this job that is very suitable for him, and strives to do his best.

Eller was uneasy in his heart, speculating about the reason why the boss called him, he had been here for almost two weeks, and the number of times he had seen the boss could be counted with a single slap, and he had not seen the boss's dog as many times.

Eller's impression of the boss only stays at the level that the other party is a young man, a young Andes, and the specific face can't be said, after all, every time they meet, they rush by, including the time when they hired themselves, and they cheekily came to the door to recommend themselves, and the other party didn't even raise his head, only dropped a sentence "Stay and try it!"

The only thing that impressed me was the other party's eyes, like stars in the sky, and everything was hidden in front of them.

Unlike most people, Eyler doesn't have much prejudice against the Andes, which may have something to do with the fact that he is a quarter of the Andes and has lived in the slums since he was a child, with a lot of Andes around him.

Except for a slight difference in appearance, there is no difference between other places and Manyu, they can also cry, laugh, sad, angry, and worry.

It is not denied that there are some evildoers among the Andes people, but on the whole, there are still many kind people, and the same is not the case with Manyuren?

Really counted, there are not a few murderers in the Manyu people.