Why do people live?

I've been curious about this philosophical question since I was a child.

Don't tell me about those hypocritical or even lofty red theories, then I can only think that you are brainwashing me.

At the age of 18, because of my profession, I gave a definition of this question:

To eat!

Ma's father has a lot of money, and three meals a day are indispensable.

Brother Teng is worth hundreds of billions, and he is also inseparable from eating.

As for ordinary people like us, we are still hungry after one less meal.

It can be said that no matter how high or low you are, your status, or what position you hold, you can't do without eating.

If you insist on saying that there is anything different, it can only be said that the food is different, nothing more.

My name is Wang Jianye, a "top student" who graduated from the Chef College of Sandong Langxiang Technical School.

As the saying goes, graduating from college means losing your job, and I haven't escaped this curse.

On the day I graduated, I was gloriously unemployed.

The school did not assign me a job, so I carried my luggage roll, looked back at my alma mater for the last time, and said "grass" silently, and strode away.

Walking through the bustling streets, my heart seemed to be drifting away with these endless traffic at this moment.

My parents raised me so big, I didn't get into college, I went to a broken technical school, and I didn't have a job in the end.

I've made up my mind that I won't go back and not be out there.

In our business, although it is not easy to find a person who makes a lot of money, it is not difficult if you simply want to make a living.

When I passed by a snack bar called "Night Primrose", I saw a notice in front of the store saying "Hire a chef", and I went in without the slightest hint of it.

No way, what I need most now is not money, but a place to stay.

The snack department is very small, the plaque has long been nude, and the area is estimated to be more than 40 square meters, including the back kitchen.

There were only 4 tables in the hall, a few tattered chairs, and even a broken leg.

As for the decoration, it is even more nonsense, not to mention the basic decoration, even the wall skin is cracked and peeled off.

Anyway, this snack bar gives me the feeling of just one word:

Rotten!

I don't know how this kind of store can survive until now, anyway, if I were a diner, I wouldn't have brought this kind of place to eat.

It's not business hours, and there's just a man in the restaurant with glasses who looks like he's in his 30s.

When I entered, he was holding the ledger, checking the accounts on the computer while picking at his feet.

When he saw me come in, the man immediately put his feet down, and greeted me warmly, saying that he was sorry, the small shop had not yet reached its business hours.

Seriously, I felt the urge to turn around and leave.

What kind of restaurant is this?

Even basic hygiene cannot be guaranteed, who will eat what is made?

But then again, now it's me begging people, not people begging me.

After much hesitation, I made it clear that I wanted to apply for a chef's job.

As soon as I heard this, the man immediately came to his senses, quickly put on his slippers, and stretched out the hand that had just picked his feet to me.

I was disgusted, but I still shook him symbolically.

There is no way, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

After a few polite words, we sat down opposite each other, and the man asked me, where did I learn to cook? Is it systematically trained or wild?

I didn't talk nonsense, I just took out my second-level chef certificate and slapped it on the table.

"It turned out to be a high-achieving student."

After taking my chef's card and confirming that it was correct, the man returned it to me with a hippie smile.

"Yes, yes, I need someone like you here."

"Our small shop is open 24 hours a day, and there are already people on the day shift, and now there is a shortage of one who works the night shift."

"I go to work at 0:00 every night and leave work at 4:00 in the morning."

"As for the treatment, it is easy to say, including food and housing, 10,000 yuan a month, what's the matter, is it successful?"

Is it still possible? It's just amazing!

If it weren't for the sincerity of this man's words, I would have thought he was fooling me.

This treatment is not much worse than the chefs of those star-rated hotels.

Barely suppressing the excitement in my heart, I tried not to make too many waves in my expression, and just nodded silently.

The man was also very happy, and when he saw me nod, he got up and went back to the bar, and soon brought the contract over.

I glanced at it and decided that there was nothing wrong with it.

After I signed the contract, the man extended his hand to me again and introduced himself as Wang Dayou, and he would be my boss from now on.

I shook his hand very reluctantly, and I said that my name is Wang Jianye.

When Wang Dayou heard this, he couldn't help but smile, and said that after a long time of trouble, the two of us are still our own family.

After speaking, Wang Dayou personally picked up my bedding roll and said that he would take me to the dormitory.

On the way, Wang Dayou did not forget to set up three rules for me:

First, when eating at night, you should never make mutton dishes;

Second, the store does not give credit to anyone, and even if he is about to starve to death, he must not be given food in vain;

Thirdly, between 1 a.m. and 2:30 a.m., no matter what customers come, they are not allowed to open.

I think these three items are a bit of nonsense.

First of all, what kind of food does the customer order, does it depend on the face of the store?

Secondly, what age is it now, and there are still those on credit?

Besides, even if you take credit, you probably won't run to this broken ground, right?

Finally, Lingxian is a small county, there are basically no guests at night, and my working hours are only 4 hours, and there are 90 minutes that are not allowed to open?

This job Nima is too comfortable, right?

Although I'm curious about these three strange rules, but I'm a part-time worker, and I didn't ask much, who is afraid of being idle?

Sending me to the dormitory, Wang Dayou muttered a few more words and left.

I looked at the time, it was already 4 p.m., I was on the night shift, and I had to keep my energy up.

Thinking of this, I first made the bed, set the alarm clock, and then lay down and fell asleep.

At 11:50 p.m., the alarm clock goes off on time.

I couldn't be late for the first day of work, so I hurried to put on my shoes and get out of bed.

At this time, there were already many people in the dormitory, and the thunderous shouts were mixed with a pungent smell of stinky feet, which choked my tears.

The restaurant is very close to the dormitory, and it is only 3 minutes away.

Leaving the dormitory, I plunged headlong into the restaurant.

In the restaurant, Wang Dayou was already waiting for me.

Similar to what I imagined, except for Wang Dayou, there was not a single guest.

When he saw me come in, he snorted and repeated the three rules to me, and then he stretched his waist and left.

I haven't eaten for a day and I'm so hungry in my stomach.

First, I cooked and made myself an egg fried rice, and then I watched my phone while eating and polishing the time.

As the minutes ticked by, it was hard to see pedestrians on the road.

I thought the night would pass like this, but just as I was about to fall asleep, the door of the restaurant was pushed open.