The chef, who was leading a group of kitchen cadres to scrub and clean up, heard Zhang Liu's words "ah", then glanced at Zhang Liu's uniform, and asked, "Upstairs?" Waiter? ”

Zhang Liu nodded and said, "Yes." ”

There was a woman next to the chef who said, "It's upstairs, didn't you follow Xiao Zhang over to serve the food this afternoon?" ”

The chef may have been too busy to remember Zhang Liu at all, but now he looked the young man in front of him up and down, and said, "What are you doing?" Isn't it all the dinner table upstairs? What are you doing down here? ”

Zhang Liu said: "I want to help with the work, change some rice cereal and black sesame seeds, anyway, it is something that babies can eat." ”

The chef frowned and asked, "What do you want this for?" ”

Zhang Liu said: "There is a one-year-old child to raise at home. ”

The chef was talking to Zhang Liu here, and the other people in the kitchen next to him were still busy cleaning up, there were apprentice cooks and children cleaning the kitchen table, and there were mopping the floor, they were very busy, the woman next to the chef was washing knives, and the water was rattling, she glanced at Zhang Liu and said, "Which girl's belly is bigger?" ”

Zhang Liu said: "No, it's my sister." ”

The female chef smiled a little teasingly, obviously not believing Zhang Liu's words, but looking at Zhang Liu, the light at night is not so bright, under the light, Zhang Liu's skin looks more delicate and fair, the whole person looks brighter, the kind of beauty that is extremely clean makes people feel good when they see it, this female chef is middle-aged, seeing such a good-looking and young boy, tired of a day and very irritable spirit feel a lot refreshed, so he turned to the chef and said: "Anyway, we are short of manpower, and there is nothing wrong with someone willing to help, It's just a little bit of rice cereal. ”

The chef was too tired after a busy day, and when he heard the female chef's words, he glanced at the tired faces in the kitchen, nodded his head, and said, "Okay, you...... Come and help wipe the table and mop the floor. ”

Zhang Liu rolled up his sleeves and pulled a handful of the mop next to him, helping very neatly.

After a busy night, Zhang Liu walked to the dormitory with a few small bags of bean flour stuffed to him by the children's chef and packed dinner, when passing by the corner of the alley, Zhang Liu did not go back to the dormitory directly, but went outside the box, standing in the newsstand at the corner of the street, looking at the covers of those magazines in the newsstand, looking at the stars on the cover, there was a thin incense attached to the photos of those stars, Zhang Liu tilted his head, looked at a message on the cover of one of the books, and blinked:

"The Original Song Contest is now open:

Before September 31, send the songs you created to the editorial department to participate in the 3rd Original Song Grand Prix held by the music industry.

The delivery address is as follows:

Room 712, No. 502 Sihai Street, Sunxia District, Imperial City"

Zhang Liu looked at the cover of the magazine, looked at the information on the cover, looked at the address, tilted his head, then turned around and left, going back to the dormitory.

went back to the dormitory, put dinner on the table, and slapped off Zhang Fang's claws that stretched out to grab vegetables, Zhang Liu said, "I don't remember how my brother taught you?" Go wash your hands. ”

Zhang Fang muttered very reluctantly to wash his hands, just wiped the water droplets on his paws with a hand towel and immediately rushed back to the table, grabbed the spoon and began to eat, Zhang Liu saw this, sighed helplessly, and said: "How can you be reincarnated like a starving ghost, always staring at what you eat." ”

As the eldest sister, Zhang Xiu was very well-behaved, holding the third sister Zhang Ya and leaning on the bed, Zhang Ya fell asleep, Zhang Xiu was afraid of waking her up, so she sat on the very hard wooden bed with her back stiff and motionless, and saw her brother beckoning her to eat, and "shh ”

Zhang Liu glanced at Zhang Ya, who was sleeping sweetly, didn't say anything more, served a meal for Zhang Xiu and put it aside, then put away the diaper that Zhang Ya had changed on the side and picked up the basin to wash it aside, and then when he brought the basin to an old mirror that was half broken, when he looked up, Zhang Liu saw a shadow under his eyes in a trance.

Zhang Liu was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to touch his eyes, but saw that it seemed to be the same, there was no shadow in his eyes, what he saw just now was actually just an illusion.

I was a little in a daze, and I stood there for a long time without moving, until Zhang Fang shouted: "Brother, I'm done eating!" Zhang Liu woke up in shock.

Silently lowered his head and washed the basin of diapers, hung it up to dry, and then washed the soybean milk powder to prepare for a while Zhang Ya woke up to drink, after being busy, Zhang Liu silently went to bed, and stayed for a while.

There was some confusion in his mind, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but suddenly, the cover picture of the magazine he had just read at the newsstand jumped into his mind, Zhang Liu lowered his eyes slightly, and after a long time, he closed his eyes.

As Xie Yong's arrogance, the last tragic punishment has made him understand at this time that the way of heaven is good reincarnation, and what is stolen must be returned, so he will never covet to steal things that do not belong to him, and now he has a strong spiritual power that makes him remember every picture of the memory of these three lives clearly, he can choose to plagiarize a song that has not yet appeared and has not been created for his own benefit, but he knows that if he really does this, he will be compensated every day and will be punished more tragically.

Don't steal, don't steal, but about the trend of popularity in this era, Zhang Liu's current head comparable to a supercomputer is still like a partitioned hard disk, remembering every grid very clearly, so let him close his eyes and immerse himself in the natural rhythm, the melody that fits with heaven and earth, and turns into a mysterious number of notes, as long as it is slightly ahead of this flow within this popularity, it will be fine.

The next morning, Zhang Liu used the change he had left to buy a piece of stationery, an envelope, and a postage stamp, and sent a song he wrote to the magazine.