Chen Jiaqi stood outside the school gate, watching the students who were gradually dispersing inside.

Those familiar young faces, with satisfied smiles on their lips, reluctantly said goodbye to their loved ones, and then left in a hurry.

Among these students, there is no Beibei of him.

He didn't dare to imagine what Beibei would be like when he saw this scene. She must have been sad and would hide in some no-man's corner and cry quietly. His Beibei is very capable of crying when he is a child, no one can coax him to cry, and if she wants to do something, she must do it according to her ideas, if anyone does not follow her, or provokes her, she will immediately turn into a little devil, and torture people until their scalp is numb, and they want to cry without tears, and finally raise their hands to surrender, and she will give up.

He is most afraid of seeing Beibei's mouth pouting, raising his head and closing his eyes, and most of the reasons for his uncontrollable anger every time he gets angry are due to this.

Did Beibei cry?

He pricked up his ears and listened to the sounds coming from deep within the campus.

"Woo...... Woohoo......"

His heart crumbled.

Listening closely, he saw that it was not a cry, but the sound of the wind.

From the open field, the wind blows from the banks of the Yellow River.

At this moment, will his Beibei be wiping his tears and looking at this place from afar, as lost and apprehensive as he is, but he doesn't dare to approach......

He hadn't moved for a long time, and his legs were numb, and he didn't dare to move, so he stood there and waited for the tingling and soreness on his legs to pass.

Time passed slowly, the students in the telescopic door had already left, and only the street lights were still on in the small square in front of the office building. The last parent outside the door turned around and left, looking at the man's disappearing back, and a feeling of sadness and desolation welled up in his heart.

The security guard on duty poked his head out of the window and looked in the direction he was standing. Soon, the window was closed, and the half-obscured moon looked down coldly at him in the sky, and on the ground, there was only a deformed figure......

Nanyan went to work.

The place where she works is called 'Eryin Whistle Noodle Restaurant', which is said to be a noodle restaurant, but it is actually a restaurant that cannot be smaller. The restaurant has only one room, and in order to accommodate more diners, the owner has gone to great lengths to use aluminum alloy to separate a back kitchen that only occupies one-third of the whole house.

The hotel is called 'Eryin Whistle Noodle Restaurant', and as the name suggests, it is a hotel related to the Second Printing and Dyeing Factory. In the seventies and eighties of the last century, because the printing and dyeing factory implemented a three-shift work system, the workers who got off work in the early morning liked to eat a bowl of whistle noodles at the mobile noodle stall at the gate of the factory to relieve their hunger. Because the seats are limited, people need to stand with a bowl to eat when eating noodles, every meal, on the road, the black pressure is full of people, especially in winter, people stomp their feet while eating noodles, the sound of dong dong, often noisy to the nearby residents to scold their mothers.

Day after day, year after year, the business of these scattered vendors is getting better and better, more and more people are eating, and the simple stalls have become fixed storefronts.

The boss and his wife didn't do this at first, they were workers in a printing and dyeing factory before they were laid off, and in order to support their families, they found acquaintances to learn the arts, and then opened a small noodle restaurant of the same name in the city's oldest small commodity wholesale market. This wholesale market has a huge flow of people, and if you open a restaurant here, as long as you are diligent and can endure hardships, there is no bad business.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the last customer was finally sent away, and Nanyan leaned on the edge of the table, holding her waist and slowly sat down.

The proprietress Jiang Yanmei walked out of the back kitchen with a teapot.

She took a glass from the sterilizer, poured a cup of colorless tea, and drank it with a clatter.

She sat opposite Nanyan and pushed the teapot towards Nanyan, "Tired!" I'll tell you, it's not a good job! ”

Nan Yan had just experienced the horror of the rush hour, those people were like ghosts emerging from the ground, one after another, endlessly, she wished that she could grow a few more hands and mouths, so that she could deal with these rough men who shouted and drank as soon as they entered the door.

Nanyan's wry smile is hidden behind disposable masks.

"Why are you still wearing your mask, isn't it hot?" Jiang Yanmei pointed to the guide Yan.

"It's okay...... Such hygienic ......" She couldn't say that she wore a mask for fear of being recognized by acquaintances, so she could only explain vaguely.

When Jiang Yanmei heard this, she grinned, "The people who come here to eat are either part-time workers or coolies, and what they need is not hygiene, but affordable and large." You add an extra chopstick noodle to him, which is more attractive than what you recommend to him to sterilize the tableware. Those of them who contribute just want to spend the least amount of money and eat the most food! ”

She nodded, agreeing with the hostess.

She could see that most of the diners who came in to eat noodles were people from the market. They usually order a bowl of whistle noodles and then drink several bowls of the free corn grits soup available in the store. They eat very quickly, wipe their mouths and leave after eating, and they rarely even use napkins.

"Nanyan, you have rested, brush the dishes and chopsticks in the pool and get off work. Six o'clock in the evening, six o'clock you come back and work until nine o'clock in the evening, is that okay? After these few hours of contact, she was not satisfied with Nanyan's work ability, wearing a mask is a rule, mainly the impression of the first face, this white and tender middle-aged woman is not the material for this kind of work at first glance. Sure enough, she exposed her slow hands, slow feet, lack of eyesight and other problems in front of the guests, which completely confirmed her previous guess. Originally, she didn't want to use her, but due to the introduction of acquaintances, her husband said that it was difficult to find people now, so she would try it for a few days, and she reluctantly agreed to let her come over at night.

"Do you want to come at night?" Nanyan thought she would only go to work at noon.

Jiang Yanmei was stunned, put down her crossed legs, frowned slightly, and said, "Those who still have to do business at night, and those who work in the market also have to eat." We're open until 10 o'clock, and you can leave work until 9 o'clock. ”

Nan Yan twisted her fingers and said in a soft voice, "That...... Well......"

"That's what we do in catering, we are busy when others rest, if you can't stand it, you don't have to do it." Jiang Yanmei stood up.

Nan Yan hurriedly got up, "I do, I haven't worked in catering before, I don't know the working hours, I'm sorry, boss." ”

Jiang Yanmei pulled the corners of her mouth and pointed to the sink in the back kitchen, "Then you go to brush the dishes first, and you can go back after brushing." ”

"Okay." Nan Yan didn't dare to say anything more, walked to the edge of the pool, and couldn't help but widen her eyes when she saw the bowls and chopsticks piled up in the shape of a hill inside.

So much!

She had never washed so many dishes at once.

The bowls in the pool are layered, almost every bowl is sticky with dark red chili oil, and on the stainless steel pool wall, there are greasy traces.

Her stomach was a little uncomfortable, and she pressed the root of her tongue and swallowed it back.

She looked up for the plastic gloves.

"What are you looking for?" The boss was cutting leeks next to her, and when he saw her looking for something, he turned his head and asked her.

"Gloves, gloves for washing dishes." She gestured to her white left hand.

The boss's nasolabial folds are extremely deep, and coupled with the dim lighting in the back kitchen, his silent appearance looks terrifying.

"Not like that."

Oh.

Got it.

Nanyan nodded, turned around, picked up an old scouring pad, squeezed some dish soap on it, slowly rubbed it evenly, and went to get the top porcelain bowl.

As soon as Jiang Yanmei's second cup of tea was brought to her mouth, she heard a loud crackling sound from the back kitchen.

"What's up! What's up! She clutched her chest and got up and walked towards the back kitchen.

Behind the curtain, Nanyan's face with a mask leaned out, and a nervous voice of shame: "My hand slipped and hit a bowl, I'm sorry, boss......"

Jiang Yanmei paused and opened her mouth, but she couldn't say a word.

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