Midsummer, noon, sunny weather.

It rained in the morning, and I thought it was going to cool down the city with continuous high temperatures, but by noon the rain had stopped, and the stuffiness came up, and the whole city was like a huge sauna.

Hot and dry, no wind.

The temperature has also soared to 37 degrees.

It's the meal, and the streets and alleys are full of delivery people in takeaway clothes.

The scorching heat did not stop them from hurrying into the store, waiting for the meal, picking up the meal, and finally delivering it to the person who ordered it.

Ansheng is one of these delivery people, but he is different from ordinary delivery people because he only delivers takeaway from one store.

It is a fried chicken restaurant.

Or rather, this fried chicken restaurant is his.

The door of "There's a Fried Chicken Restaurant Here" was pushed open, and the abundant cold air came in, which contrasted with the scorching air in the back. It's cool in the front and hot in the back.

The shop is not big, there are seven or eight tables inside, and in front of the door is the cash register and ordering area, and in the back is the back kitchen. The décor is simple and straightforward, and like a traditional fast food restaurant, it is a playground for students and children.

Three or four of the seven or eight tables were sitting, all of them students, some eating, others lying on the desks and writing their homework.

Because of the hot weather, the flow of people in the store at noon began to decrease, but the number of takeaway orders increased, and there was only one takeaway in the store, Ansheng, so Ansheng was busy these days.

walked to the counter, took out a chair and sat down at the counter, wiped his sweat and said, "Xiao Liu, pour me a can of Coke." ”

The girl standing at the counter, dressed in a fried chicken shop uniform, picked up a paper cup, turned around, poured a glass of Coke from the Coke machine, and handed it over with ice.

An Sheng raised his head and drank it all.

Put down the paper cup: "Comfortable." ”

An Sheng leaned back in his chair and complained: "It's really life-threatening to go out this day, and there are still so many orders." ”

Xiao Liu at the counter said, "You should talk to the store manager and find another delivery person." ”

"Come on, that person's money grows on his kidneys, and if he wants to spend money to find another delivery man, it's not the same as asking him to die."

Xiao Liu was amused by his words, but she also agreed with what An Sheng said.

"Are you embarrassed to say me?" The curtain in the back kitchen was opened, and a man came out, wearing a mask and an apron.

This is Zhao Lang, the owner and chef of this shop, and Ansheng's high school classmate.

Zhao Lang took off his mask: "You said that I picked, didn't I learn from you?" ”

Zhao Lang is not too tall, and his facial features are not too outstanding, according to his own words, he is an ordinary person, An Sheng feels that he is right.

On the contrary to him, An Sheng's appearance is relatively high, he is 1.84 meters tall, with three-dimensional facial features and sharp edges and corners.

No one knows how these two played together.

An Sheng didn't admit it and said, "Am I picking?" I call it thrift. ”

Zhao Lang smacked his lips, not wanting to discuss the topic of slamming the door with him anymore, because he knew that he would definitely not be able to talk about him if he continued to talk, so he simply changed the topic.

"By the way, there aren't enough lettuce in the store, remember to buy some from outside later."

This fried chicken restaurant was jointly opened by Ansheng and Zhao Lang, and the two of them have a clear division of labor, one is responsible for fried chicken and the other is responsible for food delivery.

Zhao Lang did not go to college after graduating from high school, and began to learn to cook with a cook, and the apprentice generally took one or two years to cook, but Zhao Lang, a child, was clever when he was young, and it only took more than half a year to get on the stove.

He had been working as a cook in his master's restaurant until three years ago, when he jumped ship and opened this fried chicken restaurant with An Sheng, because the cost was too high to open a restaurant in the early days, and the two of them couldn't afford it, so the two chose the fried chicken restaurant together.

After two or three years of hard work, the fried chicken restaurant can be regarded as surviving, although it will be a little busy every day, but it is good to get used to it.

The takeaway machine in the store began to place orders, and Zhao Lang returned to the back kitchen after speaking. Ansheng enjoyed the air conditioning.

The hot air didn't seem to give face to the night, and it was already dark, but the heat didn't diminish in the slightest, and it was as good as the day. But fortunately, there is no big sun in the daytime.

After the evening meal, An Sheng drove towards the store on his motorcycle, and the evening breeze blew on his face, lukewarm. Under the light of the street lamp, his shadow was slowly elongated.

The car turned into the commercial street, and there was a scene opposite to just now, the lights were bright, the people were boiling, and the taverns around were crowded with people pushing glasses and changing lamps.

Ansheng scrambled around to avoid pedestrians, and finally stopped at the middle and rear of the street, where their shop was.

Taking off his helmet and parking his motorcycle, he pushed open the door and entered.

Compared with the tavern and general food store next to it, the fried chicken shop is a little deserted, there are no customers in the store now, Xiao Liu is cleaning, and Zhao Lang is checking the account in front of the counter.

An Sheng leaned his arm against the counter, pulled out a fried chicken restaurant leaflet, and fanned it gently.

"Well, business is okay."

"It's pretty much the same as yesterday."

"How is it possible, I obviously feel that I have sent more today than yesterday."

Zhao Lang didn't look at him, stared at the computer and said, "The big order you sent yesterday, there are more small orders today, and it's almost the same as yesterday." ”

An Sheng sighed weakly when he heard his explanation: "What, I thought it would be a little more." ”

Xiao Liu cleaned up, the shift change had already come, she dragged the shop clothes to the fried chicken restaurant to change into her regular clothes, and walked to the counter.

Zhao Lang took out an envelope from the cash register and handed it to her, this is his salary, Xiao Liu thanked him and got off work.

The fried chicken restaurant is open 24 hours a day, so there are two cashiers and two cooks, except that one is in charge of the day and the other is in charge of the night.

"I said, it's really time to hire a few more waiters to help you." An Sheng looked at the new fried chicken on the leaflet, every time Zhao Lang researched a new fried chicken flavor, he would be the first to give An Sheng a taste, and An Sheng would launch it when he thought it was suitable.

"Now I feel that the business in the store has improved, and the two of them are too busy."

Zhao Lang actually knows, but the profit of the small shop is not very high, although this store is his, but every month excluding gas, water, electricity, ingredients and employees' salaries, there is indeed not a few dollars left. But what An Sheng said was also right, it is true that the business of the fried chicken restaurant is getting better and better, he looked at the running water in the computer and calculated.

"Ding-dong."

An Sheng's mobile phone rang, and Zhao Lang was attracted by the sound.

After looking at the mobile phone, An Sheng raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Come to live." ”

After saying that, he walked straight to the second floor.

Zhao Lang glanced at his back and didn't say anything, his eyes were once again focused on the running water of the computer.

The second floor of the fried chicken restaurant is where An Sheng and Zhao Lang rest, and there are three rooms on it, of which the two of them occupy two bedrooms, leaving only the innermost room.

At this time, An Sheng was walking inside.

The room was a little smaller than the other two, and Anson pushed open the door and turned on the light, which contained very few things, a bookcase and a desk with a computer on it.

An Sheng turned on his computer and logged in to a forum.

Then the black fan leader "Xiuxian" was launched.