Day 3.

This is Zhao Yu's mouth, the last day of those restaurant owners to make small moves, although everyone understands that such days will never survive today's one-day deadline, it should be said that there will be countless such days in the future, but everyone is in full swing, except....

"Me! Ann! Even if you jump from here and die outside, you won't go to work today! ”

Hearing this, Qiao Zhi raised her eyebrows, threw away the stack of clothes she was holding in her hand directly, and just fell into An Yin's arms: "Are you the reincarnation of Wang Jingze!" I also have a real fragrance concentration with me, let me tell you, you have to go today, and you have to go if you don't create conditions! ”

"I don't!" An Yin blinked, flattened her mouth, and looked like a bullied little daughter-in-law.

Pretty branch luck luck Really, boy, no matter how good your voice is, you basically say goodbye to being coquettish and cute.

"Well, I remember how much money I talked to you about in the first place?" Qiaozhi counted with her fingers, "A few taels of silver... But it doesn't seem to matter how many taels it is, in the agreement we signed at the beginning, I seem to have added a note, and the final interpretation belongs to the shopkeeper? Then you refuse to work..."

Qiaozhi frowned exaggeratedly, and sighed heavily: "Alas, I'm not a person who is inconsiderate of employees, and I also know that you are a little tired after singing for two days in a row, but I am also very bitter as your shopkeeper!" Or this month's salary..."

“... I'm going to change now. An Yin and Qiao Zhi confronted each other for a long time, but in the end they were defeated, turned around with a bitter face, and could still hear Qiao Zhi's excited voice after walking far away: "This is the charm of the real fragrance theorem!" ”

What the hell is the true fragrance theorem. An Yin silently slandered, even if the shopkeeper was a woman, he couldn't escape Huang Shiren's tradition, the old man who told the story and the father-daughter group were okay, so they could replace the rest, but he! But he sang for two whole days, two days!

Oh, my God... On the first day, there was a lot of traffic, and he sang hard, and he hardly rested except for drinking water; The next day, there were no guests in the private room, and he thought he could rest his throat, but who knew that Qiaozhi actually called him down from the upper floor.

An Yin's face was gloomy while changing his clothes, it was simply the most unbearable singing incident he had ever experienced since he grew up. On the one hand, the old man's hoarse and subdued storytelling, on the other hand, the drunkard's vigorous fist strokes, and on the other... It's his singing voice that turns a thousand times.

Several sounds smashed together, comparable to hundreds of ducks. How could he have experienced such a big scene, he didn't say anything when he sang out of tune, and a few words that were originally familiar with the melon were directly sung... In the back, it was finally straightened out, and it gradually got better, and there was another gangster making trouble!

Why did I get unlucky and find such an errand... An Yin let out a long sigh and changed into the 'performance costume' that Qiaozhi specially made for him.

This set of clothes is mostly tulle, layered on top of each other, blue and white, the hem is wide and wide, as long as he sits on the stool honestly, and then wears a scarf, it also covers his tiger's back and bear's waist, lining his fairy spirit.

It's just that you can't walk or move, and if you stand up a little, you will break the gong.

An Yin carried the long hem of his clothes into the cubicle where he worked, and a layer of white veil was also hung on it to add to the mystery.

Stretching out the umbrella standing aside, he got under the umbrella with his whole body, holding his chin boredly, looking at the long white veil hanging under the umbrella.

That's right, this umbrella is also sewn with strips of white tulle, and the blue night sky and faint clouds are painted on the umbrella surface, and you can faintly see the stars made of gold thread faintly shining in it.

Qiaozhi solemnly handed over the umbrella to him and told him to be under the umbrella when he went to work.

With the blessing of this layer after layer of tulle, Qiaozhi stood outside the curtain and nodded with satisfaction, saying that it was really a bit of a peerless singer who captivated the country and the city.

... An Yin said that he didn't want to be a national anthem, he just wanted to get a salary for his duty...

But he himself is not a person who pays much attention to appearance and other people's evaluation, otherwise he would not have embarked on the road of no return to being a prostitute for the sake of mere appetite, alas, the past is really unbearable, thanks to the rescue of adults...

He silently stared at the faintly visible golden thread on the umbrella, waiting for the arrival of the first wave of guests.

Speaking of which, when Qiaozhi handed over this umbrella to him, he was still reluctant. Seeing that he was holding it in his hand indifferently, he was quite sad. Chase after his ass and tell him that the umbrella is called 'Night Starry'.

The appearance of the open is indeed very similar to the night, and the hidden golden thread has a bit of the meaning of a galaxy. It's just that... He looked at Qiaozhi and gritted his teeth reluctantly, how could he feel that if he accepted this umbrella, his salary this month would become this umbrella...

He talked about his concerns vaguely and talked to Qiaozhi for a while, and immediately got a roll of the eyes from Qiaozhi.

She stroked the white veil on the starry river at night, her eyes were faint, and her voice was faint: "You don't understand... This umbrella has placed too much resentment on me..."She leaned on the umbrella and whimpered, scaring An Yin and Bai Jian on the side, "The water of the West Lake, my tears, you don't understand, you don't understand..."

The wind chimes ringing downstairs, An Yin looked downstairs, and saw two or three well-dressed guests coming in with a smile and a smile, walking towards the stairs.

The guests are coming! He sighed, and instantly sat upright, clearing his throat, and the familiar tune slowly flowed from his throat.

The three guests who came this time were all fresh faces, and they all wore black satin gowns, and the embroidered patterns were faintly visible on the shiny fabric, which was very precious at first glance. Qiaozhi followed them, trying to greet them and show them the way, but they looked like they didn't like to answer, and they didn't seem to take Qiaozhi seriously.

Opened the door of the private room, Qiaozhi welcomed people in with a smiling face, and just wanted to say something to change herself down, and replace Xiao Er, I saw a lean and thin man headed by her looking at her still at the door, with an unhappy face, and said, "You go down, the matter of ordering food will come back later, remember to bring the door shut." ”

The co-author treats her as a little two... Qiaozhi is helpless, is she dressed like Xiao Er? Obviously a high-end boss dresses up well! However, since this guest recognized the wrong person, it proves that he should not have been sent to stir up trouble from there. Then everything was easy to say, and Pretty Branch breathed a sigh of relief and silently closed the door for them.

Turned around and went downstairs, and asked Xiao Er to wait for a stick of incense before going up to disturb, and Qiaozhi nestled into the counter again, looking at the countermeasures written last night.

In fact, there are no specific countermeasures, after all, she used to be a star and didn't really open a restaurant, and everything she can recall is based on her own experience.

Soon, a few more waves of guests came, the hall gradually filled, and a few more private rooms were opened upstairs, but everyone looked impermanent, and no one put the word bad guy on their faces.

As the minutes ticked by, Pretty Eddy wrung her fingers, feeling the sword of Damocles above her head getting closer and closer to her.

The wind chimes were ringing again, and this time it was an old acquaintance who came in.

Qiaozhi got up from the counter with a smile, looked at Jin'er who was rushing towards her and opened her arms, Wang Ci leaned against the door, wearing low-key yellow cloth clothes, followed by only one entourage of Shen Yashi, and Wang Lin was also led by him.

"Sister!" Jin'er leaned on Qiaozhi's arms, looked at her with sparkling eyes, and whispered, "I'll drag Daddy over for you!" ”

"Uh-huh." Qiaozhi touched her head with a touched face, and sighed in her heart, this thigh should be hugged! Don't say it, the truth theorem doesn't deceive me, it's really fragrant!

Qiaozhi pinched Jin'er's soft face again, and then called the second son to come and take them to the reserved private room, the second son knew that this was the rescuer specially moved by the shopkeeper, so he didn't shout where a few people were going like other guests, but walked in front of them, hunched his back and showed them the way in a low-key manner.

Qiaozhi went into the kitchen and asked Chef Fang to make a pot of 'milk tea' and boil a pot of fine tea.

Ordered to take these two things to the private room where Jin'er was, Qiaozhi sat back at the counter, and looked at the time, the noon rush was about to pass, if the troublemakers didn't come... It is estimated that there will be a big wave at night.

Today downstairs is the little girl who is telling the story, these two days, the old man and the little girl's father have said a lot, this morning, the little girl's father's voice is a little hoarse, plus the old man is also old, Qiao Zhi simply gave them both a holiday, only caught the little girl and An Yin.

For the first time, the little girl picked up the beam alone, her voice was obviously trilling, and her tone was only unfolding, but in fact, there was a lot of traffic at noon, and the voice was also very noisy, and there were few people who really listened to books.

Just as the little girl stumbled to the end of the sentence "If you want to know what will happen, please listen to the next breakdown", Qiaozhi just wanted to applaud, but saw the door was rudely pushed open, and several middle-aged people wearing blue, yellow and green robes with bellies walked in, they raised their chins, with a look of arrogance and disdain, but in Qiaozhi's eyes, it was like a few ridiculous paint buckets rolled in.

The first one was wearing a yellow robe, looked around and fixed his eyes on Qiaozhi's face, looked at her for a while, and then said disdainfully: "You are the shopkeeper of this Yuelai Restaurant?" Find us a quiet room. A green-robed, short, bearded man behind him added, "You go and arrange it yourself, don't let those little ones who don't have long eyes go." ”

Qiaozhi touched her nose, pretending not to hear the ridicule in the tone of the green robe, and stood in front to show them the way.

Anyway, this time there was finally a wave of guests with the word bad guy written on the top of their heads, and Qiaozhi clenched her fists in her sleeves, and some of them were eager to try.

Dear Sword of Damocles, let the storm come harder! Quick, hurry up and stab down, don't hesitate!