In the early morning, when everything was silent, the eastern horizon shone with a glimmer of light, carefully infiltrating the light blue sky, and a new day gradually moved from afar.

At this time, Funa Muel, who was enjoying the comfort of his bed, did everything he could, and did not escape the fate of being pulled off the bed by Don Quixote and Curazzo.

He yawned as he was dragged out of bed, slowly preparing to get dressed, looking drowsy.

To be honest, it was the first time in his life that he had gotten up so early, and with his distinguished status, he had enjoyed this kind of treatment.

Funamuel, who was a little sober, immediately complained: "Damn, why didn't I know that we had reached this field, why did we have to get up so early, I am a dragon." ”

"Noble and great dragon, these plates are handed over to you, and please show your domineering power as a dragon once in a while. With that, Don Quixote walked briskly downstairs, lowered himself and picked up his broom and began to clean himself.

When he woke up, he found a chair and sat on it and looked at the book in his hand.

Whoever makes him just serve the plate, as long as there are no guests to eat, he can stay forever, of course, there are times when he is busy.

Just as Fnamuir was reluctantly about to wash the dishes, Aurora, the boss, stretched and jumped down from the stairs.

She yawned, and then subconsciously greeted them, "Morning, everyone." ”

After listening, Don Quixote quickly put down the work in his hand and replied respectfully: "Good morning, boss." ”

After all, it is to be helped, and it is also sent to the fence, how much I still have to be grateful in my heart.

"Good morning. Curazzo said hello casually, but his attitude was much more cold, after all, his damn personality was like that.

"Stupid mortal, why don't you go and prepare food for this king......" Before Fnamuir could finish speaking, Don Quixote covered his mouth.

Then he smiled awkwardly, then raised his hand and pointed to his head: "Sorry, boss, he's making a mistake again." ”

This made Aurora smile helplessly, but then turned to work, and did not seem to be suspicious.

"Hey, we're here to work, and if you do that, the gold will be far away from you. Seeing Aurora leaving, Don Quixote quickly turned to Fonnamuel and admonished, quoting Narse's famous words.

But Fnamuir didn't care, he bowed his hand, and his face was full of disdain: "Joke, this king is like the kind of man who lacks money, and my palace is full of gold coins......"

As soon as he was halfway through, Don Quixote quickly got up and prepared to leave, but Fnamuir would have let him go, and quickly opened his mouth to stop him: "Alas, don't go, I haven't finished speaking." ”

But even so, Don Quixote's footsteps did not stop for a moment.

Time passed quietly.

Finally, after the first customer stepped into the restaurant, their day began.

Aurora's restaurants are famous and quite popular, and I don't know if it's because of the good taste of the restaurant, or because of the good looks of the proprietress of the hotel, of course, this is not too directly related to them.

However, this caused Curazzo and Fona Muir to be a little miserable, and it was not just talking.

Of course, Don Quixote was fine, after all, he had experience in doing work.

"Don Quixote, come and help me scrub the dishes. ”

"Don Quixote, ahhhh ”

Fona Muir's screams and pleas for help were incessant.

Even Curlazo, who has a strong executive ability, has a lot of ups and downs when it comes to serving plates.

Overall, the first day of work was really miserable.

More than twenty were broken in the plate alone, nineteen of which, by the way, were the work of Vonamüel.

As the night slowly fades and the last guest leaves the restaurant, the day is officially over.

The cook and the rest of the waiters packed up and left.

The huge restaurant suddenly seemed a little empty.

Don Quixote, Curazzo, and Funa Muel sat around the table and recalled the sad life of the day.

"Alright, it's time to eat. As she spoke, Aurora walked over to them with her food.

But before he could eat, Fnamuir burped, and then rubbed his stomach to himself: "This king...... Ah, I'm full. ”

This was normal, because the rest of the meal from the guests went into his stomach.

Seeing the smile on the corner of Aurora's mouth, Don Quixote felt that the time was good, so he quickly opened his mouth and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry, boss, my two brothers have been pampered since they were children and haven't done any work, I'm really sorry." ”

"Don't worry, there are so many clumsy guys, I've been annoyed for more than 20 years, and I'm used to it, but if I can see him, I'll have to fix him well. Aurora didn't seem to pay much attention to Don Quixote's apology, but spoke to herself.

But the next moment, she glanced her head in the direction of the window, and the expression on her face became a little sentimental.

At the same time, a sharp cat's claw was quickly revealed in front of the three of them: "The plate is very expensive, if it happens again tomorrow, you have to be careful." ”

After eating, the three of them got busy again, and by the way, the advantage of this was that they could rest a little more tomorrow morning.

After he had finished his work slowly, Don Quixote came downstairs with a broom and saw Aurora sitting in a chair teasing a mouse that had come out of nowhere.

The rat was caught and released by her, released and caught, but it just couldn't escape Aurora's palm.

"Nice game, hostess. Smiling, Don Quixote put the broom back in place.

"It's the nature of a cat to catch mice, just as you wolves love to eat meat, you don't like to clean, you don't clean your teeth, your mouth stinks, you don't wash your feet, and you always make my room stink. In between teasing the mouse, Aurora replied loudly.

The first half of the sentence is fine, but Don Quixote always feels that the second half of the sentence seems to have changed a little taste.

Although inexplicable, Aurora's dark expression still made him complain quietly: "Maybe you have to pay a little attention to your expression, boss." ”

It is evident that Don Quixote's complaint did not reach Aurora's ears, for she was still talking to herself, and the mouse in her hand had somehow been frightened to death under the cat's paws.