Most of the seats in the small café have already been seated by customers, and it is now crowded with people compared to the deserted appearance when I first came to the café with no customers. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was an embarrassment when facing the squad leader, and then it was not so difficult to call those strangers "master", and most of the guests would be embarrassed and helpless when they heard me call "master", in this small county, the role of a maid is pitiful, let alone a maid restaurant.

After ordering food for most people, I also stood in front of the counter and waited for the guests to greet me, and when I had nothing to do, I hugged the little black cat passing by the counter and pressed it in my arms vigorously.

Now when I see a black cat, I think of lemons, and although I feel a little sad because of Lemon's departure, I want to go up and get close to the black cat, because then I will have the illusion that I once teased lemons.

"Wife, come in and get the pastries."

The pastries at this café seem to be freshly made, but most of them seem to be easy to make, so they can be delivered to customers in just ten minutes.

"Got it."

Sister Bing walked into the kitchen, but I suddenly had a doubt.

Why is Sister Bing called Cousin Angkor, but Angkor is called Sister Bing's wife?

At first, I thought this store was a brother and sister store, but looking at the way the two of them get along, it seems to be more like a mom-and-pop shop.

Could it be that the two of them were originally cousins and later developed into a couple?

I expressed confusion about their relationship.

But my biggest question is why I feel a sense of familiarity when I see Sister Bing, I confirm that I definitely didn't know her before, because I can't forget such a unique personality.

Sister Bing planted a ...... for me As if I had seen the illusion of another self, I seemed to be very similar to her. Although her appearance and demeanor are similar to those of ordinary women, I can always see a little masculine feeling from her, which makes people look strange, but makes me feel close to her.

Maybe in the eyes of other people, I will give them a kind of - this girl is quite beautiful, but I always feel that something is weird.

Could it be that she was once a man like me?

Impossible, right? How could there be such a coincidence, maybe Sister Bing is actually a man, but she is just a pseudo-mother.

Shaking my head vigorously, I realized that I was distracted during work hours and slandered the gender of my boss.

Hearing the greeting of the guests, he put a customary smile on his face, and walked up in small steps, trying not to show a man's actions when he was wearing a maid's outfit.

The first customers gradually left, but perhaps it was the popularity of the store, or perhaps the curiosity of seeing me in a maid costume outside the store, even though I was no longer soliciting customers outside the door, but a few customers would still come in from time to time, which kept the number of people in the store at about seven or eight people, and kept me busy all afternoon.

"Sister Bing, it's almost time, I should go back."

A few more customers were sent off, and the store was temporarily idle.

"Well, let's go back first. I'll count the money for you, and you'll just come over when you're free. She lowered her head, used the computer to calculate my salary for me, and kept chattering, "It's very good, it's been a week since the store opened, and the business is the best today, and my cousin and I are not the material to open the store." ”

"Well, if you come at twelve, five hours." She took out a fifty dollar and handed it to me, "The extra is a reward, take it to dinner." ”

"yes, got it."

I didn't say anything, took the money and went to the locker room to change into my clothes and left.

In fact, I didn't have anything to do at night, I just wanted to leave here as soon as possible, even if I wore a maid outfit for an afternoon, and called the host to nearly a hundred guests, even though I could already keep my face unchanged, but I still felt awkward in my heart, and the maid outfit on my body made me feel uncomfortable, and I wanted to take it off and throw it on the ground and step on my feet.

Definitely not here tomorrow! Although it's very easy, Sister Bing is good to me, but I can't stand her bad taste!

Since you like maid outfits so much, why don't you put them on yourself!

When I got home from dinner on the street, it was past six o'clock.

The house was still empty, and the evening sun shone into the house, giving everything a layer of darkness, and if I hadn't cleaned up the floor, I'm afraid I would have thought that this house was uninhabited.

When I walked into the bedroom, I felt popular with the small objects on the table and the puppets on the bed, and there was a black cat lying on the ground next to the bed.

“？”

That's why do I have cats at home?

Take a few steps back and stare firmly at the black cat lying there.

It can't be a lemon coming back, right?

The black cat's body is a little dirty, and the hair is tangled together, if it is a lemon, it is only on the top of the head at most because it can't take care of some dirty, and the other positions will be clean as if taking a bath every day.

So will it be oranges?

After Lemon returned the body to its original owner and left, I called the black cat an orange, and it was also an important tool for me to become a man, but I woke up and ran away without a trace.

"Oranges?"

Crouched down and shouted tentatively.

The cat lying on the side of the bed looked up at me, its eyes as lazy as a normal cat, and I was more sure it wasn't a lemon.

If it's a lemon, it can sleep better than a normal cat, but the emotions in its eyes are as diverse as a human, and I can tell them at a glance.

But call it orange and ignore me, maybe where did the wild cat come from?

I looked around the bedroom, only to realize that I had been pushed open a small slit window.

I was a little tempted to raise this black cat, because the appearance of pure black is too similar to lemon.

But I also know that I don't know how to take care of cats, and I'm a little too lazy to take care of them, before the lemon didn't need me to care at all, when I was hungry, I would go to get food by myself, I really didn't come to sell cute, I would go to the bath when I was dirty, and I wouldn't like to bite things like other cats.

I moved closer to the black cat, trying to catch it and let it go, but the cat was quiet and didn't react at all when I held it up with both hands, until I left it at the door, and it tried to run in a hurry, but I blocked it.

After thinking about it, he took out a ham sausage he had just bought from his pocket, tore open the package and put it in front of the black cat, then closed the door and went back to the house to take a shower and do his homework.

But I never imagined that the black cat actually ran to my windowsill, meowed at me a few times, and then squatted on the windowsill and looked at me sideways.

It feels weird and scary.

The black cat has always been a bit of bad luck, the image of a ghost, being stared at by the black cat outside the windowsill, makes me feel creepy.

I pulled the curtains, and although I blocked its gaze, I felt a little strange at the thought of a black cat staring at me from behind the window glass.