The shopkeeper sent away a few strong men who were making trouble, and then his face sank in an instant, "What about the cook?" She asked, with a hint of anger.

The runner bowed his head and didn't dare to speak.

"Come out and pick up something!" There was a sudden shout outside the wine shop, and after a while, I saw a chubby and honest uncle walking slowly into the hall carrying a large basket of vegetables.

The young man who ran the hall "chuckled" in his heart, glanced at the corner of his eye, and secretly said that it was not good.

Sure enough, I saw that the shopkeeper had turned around and walked towards the door with an angry face.

……

The hall was quiet at the moment, and a group of people stood side by side with their heads bowed in an orderly manner.

The shopkeeper sat on a stool, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his face was expressionless, and suddenly said, "Who is in charge of purchasing today?" ”

Lin Xiang looked sideways at the side, the white and tender little girl slowly moved forward a little, and lowered her head: "It's my ......"

There was a "bang", only to hear the tea cup and the table hit violently.

"You're so daring!" The shopkeeper stood up and reprimanded angrily, pointing his finger at the little girl: "What do you think you are?" I can't do the work well, is this wine shop not able to accommodate you!? ”

Immediately, I heard the little girl's low sobbing.

The shopkeeper's fingers moved, and he pointed to the white and chubby uncle, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth: "What do you think you are?" Yes? ”

"It's better to recruit you to cook than to do chores, you're good, you can't run away, and the guests can't order a dish, if Lin Xiang isn't here today, you can drink the northwest wind tomorrow!" As he spoke, the shopkeeper took a few quick breaths, looking angry.

The uncle hung his head and muttered in his mouth, looking quite complaining.

"What do you say? Be louder! "The most annoying thing for the shopkeeper is that someone grinds, so he just said.

"If there is no one to buy in the kitchen, how can I cook if there are no materials or anything...... Again...... I didn't mean to, either...... After a few calls, no one answered, and they didn't go...... I'm not the only one to go......" Hearing this, the uncle really increased his volume and said, "...... Lin Xiang: Where can a child cook? I'm afraid it's crooked...... Presumably, the guest didn't take it seriously at all......" There was a little disbelief in his tone, and then he looked at Lin Xiang sideways.

"Fart!" The shopkeeper suddenly stood up and said angrily: "Everyone is looking at it well today, as soon as Lin Xiang's two dishes are served, a few people will stop making trouble, how many years have you been doing it?" I don't know how many pounds and taels are there? There was a bit of sarcasm in his mouth.

The secret way is not good, Lin Xiang lowered her head, she felt that the painting style was changing a little fast, and she couldn't explain how the war burned on herself.

Sure enough, the uncle who was reprimanded didn't dare to refute again, but he just turned his face sideways, and there were two points of unkindness in his eyes when he looked at Lin Xiang.

The shopkeeper angrily counted the guys in the hall one by one, and reprimanded the buying girl and the cook uncle, and finally threatened: "If you don't work hard, don't get your salary next month!" The crowd didn't dare to raise their heads.

"Lin Xiang-" The shopkeeper finished counting, and suddenly beckoned to her.

When Lin Xiang heard this, she stepped forward a few steps, and the other party had already grabbed her, with a smile on her face: "You did a good job today, I didn't know you still had such skills, when you have time to turn around, you can make two dishes for me to taste." He smiled, and glanced at the uncle cook who was trembling when he heard the words out of the corner of his eye.

"If the shopkeeper likes it, it's fine." I just saw that the shopkeeper clapped his hands and nodded: "Good boy! ”

The reprimand and dialogue gradually changed its taste, everyone was scolded, only Lin Xiang was praised, it should have been a harmonious scene, and it instantly made Lin Xiang feel more and more uncomfortable mixed in.

……

"She's the little girl who got the shopkeeper's eye today?" There was a running guy whispering on the side.

Lin Xiang pretended not to hear, hung his head and did his work in a muffled voice, and reached out to add a handful of firewood to the stove.

"No, the shopkeeper praised him for a while...... Maybe ......" said another, and the other person stopped in his mouth and whispered: "Ming'er, the chef of our wine shop will be replaced......

"What are you doing, crooked! I don't think the shopkeeper is angry enough today! Uncle Cook's scolding came, "Let you be lazy, Ming'er will kick you out and work!" ”

"It was meant to be!" The young man who ran the hall sank his face and was unhappy: "Think you're a character?" If you're pointing fingers all day long, maybe you'll drink the northwest wind tomorrow! After that, without waiting for the uncle to refute, he shook his face and walked out of the kitchen without looking back.

Hearing this, the cook's face first gasped a few times angrily, and then his face changed, and he lowered his head to look at the small body that was hunched over and burning the fire.

His hair was yellow, his clothes were in tatters, and his arm that had reached out to add firewood was raised, and he could see that it was as thin as a stick of firewood.

He grinned sarcastically, and said secretly: Eighty percent of this thing today is due to this Nizi's crooked hit! Just this kind of little girl wants to compete with him for a job, and live for another hundred and eighty years.

Lin Xiang lowered his head, and could feel someone's eyes patrolling over and over again, but the other party did not speak, and after standing quietly for a while, he returned to the stove.

A drop of sweat slowly dripped from his forehead, Lin Xiang took a breath, shook his head and didn't think about it anymore, and then continued to do his job.

……

As night fell, the last wave of guests who held the banquet left scattered, and before leaving, they laughed and said, "The food is good today, big brother......" patted the cook uncle who was scooping wine on the side.

"That's, how many years have my brothers been cooks......" As if to mean something, Uncle Cook smiled, raised his volume a little, and then looked sideways at Lin Xiang, who was silently cleaning up the guests' scraps there.

Everything was cleaned up, and it was already night on the street outside the liquor store, and the shopkeeper said, "Call it a day." And they dispersed.

Lin Xiang thumped his sore little arm, stretched his waist, and went into the kitchen to clean up the messy firewood and leave.

Washing his hands with the little water left in the bucket, Lin Xiang wiped it on his body casually, and then suddenly remembered the steamed buns in the morning, and immediately turned around and looked in the kitchen.

Looking left and right in the empty kitchen, and looking again, Lin Xiang went to the stove and looked down carefully, for a moment, he couldn't help frowning, and then turned around and looked at the ground around him.

Strange: Where is the shadow of the steamed bun that the cook uncle said? Not even a basket!

was looking around in distress, his brain suddenly stirred, as if he thought of something, Lin Xiang immediately raised his head, and suddenly with two points on his face, he suddenly realized: Come on, that uncle is holding a grudge against himself.

……

Immediately stopped looking for those steamed buns that made her reluctant to give up, hurriedly cleaned up, and left from the wine store with her feet up, but she was a little worried about what to do with dinner.

Passing by the shiny steamed bun shop on the way, Lin Xiang suddenly remembered that he still had four copper plates in his pocket, and without thinking too much, he went there and bought a few steamed buns.

The hot paper bag in his hand, Lin Xiang only felt warm, and the person who sold the bun gave two more today.

She was a little relieved: it seems that there are still well-wishers in this troubled world.

Less than the small ruined temple in the alley, Lin Xiang vaguely saw a dark thin figure standing around the street from a distance, and after a moment, the figure suddenly turned around and exclaimed, "Sister, you are finally back." ”