Mr. Chihara snorted coldly and walked out of the kitchen angrily, serving the last two plates of beef tongue to Sakura-san.

He gestured to someone who kept waving, making it clear that he would talk about something after work.

Then sneaked to the backstage and cut the piano song "Girl's Prayer" played in the restaurant into "Love Song" by Susumu Hirazawa, and then returned to the front of the restaurant satisfied.

This seems to make Mr. Chef very pleased, after all, no one wants to listen to the cheerful tunes of men and women in love when they are out of love, and sure enough, this harmonious and soothing tune is suitable for me now.

Mr. Chihara raised his head and glanced at the time, it was 9:50, counting the extra five minutes to make up, and he could get off work after staying up for a quarter of an hour.

So, he smiled.

Looking at the lonely woman who had just entered the door, there was a smile in her eyes.

When he smiled, the chill of winter was gone, like the ice on the hills melting into rivers that irrigate the earth.

"Want to help?"

“…… Thank you. The woman hesitated for a moment, shaking the dust on her body that she didn't know if she had touched.

Mr. Chihara took her freshly taken off black coat with his left hand and put it on his forearm, and with his right hand he took her sleeve and led her to the place that had just been vacated. Usually he helps to politely lead the way at most, but unfortunately he is in a good mood today, and his behavior is natural and lively.

His lively behavior naturally made the heart of this lonely woman who had worked an extra day on Christmas Eve liven up with him.

Mr. Chihara enthusiastically handed her the menu, and his face was filled with joy and joy that could not be expressed by ordinary acting skills.

A sincere, heartfelt joy. She could feel that this joy was not because she saw herself, or who or who, but it was an emotion that came from the inside out, naturally, and from the depths of the human soul.

Sincere and warm.

Looking at the menu in her hand, pinching a corner, and after her eyes kept scanning it, the woman pursed her lips.

"I can't choose."

"What do you recommend?"

I've never been to this restaurant, so I don't know what it tastes like, and I don't even have a signature dish written on it. The woman cast a expectant glance at the waiter who had served her.

"Then let's have a bottle of orange juice to decompress first, the store manager's fresh orange juice has a special recipe, which is very delicious."

"The main food can be spaghetti with meat sauce or seafood macaroni, but the seafood here is genuine, and I don't recommend trying it if you have allergies."

"If you want soup, you can have seaweed soup or tomato and egg soup, after all, most of the soup in Western cuisine is not suitable for drinking at night, and girls are easy to get rich."

The boy raised his fingers like a treasure.

"That's pretty much it, eating too much at night is not good for your health." He stopped thinking about it.

"Okay, then orange juice, pasta, nori soup."

"Do you want tomato sauce for pasta?" The boy asked.

"Just be as it is."

After repeatedly confirming whether there was a taboo, the young man who hummed the background music tune lightly ran to the back kitchen to explain at the same rhythm.

The woman couldn't help but be stunned when she looked at his chic figure, he could even do the flyer freely and neatly, revealing a feeling of indifference. Perhaps it is because of his indifference, not careless, self-seeking pleasure, and not looking for troubles that he can become the leisurely and unrestrained he is now.

She was stunned for a moment, until Mr. Chihara, who took the food, still did not obey the waiter's rules, hummed a tune freely, and pushed the dish in front of her in a small cart.

"Give! My second favorite drink is orange juice, my third favorite noodle dish is pasta, and my fourth favorite miso soup is nori soup. ”

"And I'm not sure if you'll like the original flavor, so I brought the ketchup with me, and if you like it, you can add it yourself, and then you can put it on the table when you're done."

"Okay."

The woman nodded in acknowledgement, then curiously pointed to something buzzing around his waist.

"What is this?"

She was curious, and she thought dirty, it was a bit like the plot in the book.

"Cell phone, vibrate, off-duty reminder." The answer was concise and clear.

Mr. Chihara nodded naturally, which was considered to be the end of her doubts.

"You're the last guest I served today, so it took a few minutes a little longer, and then I'm going to change my clothes and leave work." The young man snorted proudly, and he never hid his mood with his character.

"Do you want to get down at the end of the day?"

"Well, I'll get down when the point comes."

That's great! After all, I have just come out of the torment of overtime hell. He also thought that he was going to get off work, so he was so happy.

"See you tomorrow."

"I wouldn't want to see you tomorrow if I could." Mr. Chihara shook his head, "I only work from nine to ten o'clock in the evening, and if I can see it at this point, it can only mean that it is not a good thing to come out and eat a supper that is not healthy, or to eat dinner at this time." ”

"That's true." The woman sighed and agreed with him.

"So, it's not the best."

"Okay, no."

The boy smiled and waved to his last guest, shouting 'See you next time', snapping his calves and going straight to the back kitchen to pull out his mobile phone to turn off the alarm clock to remind him. Against the disgusted gaze of the store manager, he quickly took off his attendant uniform and changed into his unpretentious pure black pants.

At the end of the day, he raised two glasses of free orange juice from his own people in the store and went out.

"What are you doing? Don't leave on the big night? ”

"Can't you get some wool for the sprinklers?"

Mr. Chihara snorted twice, ignoring the manager's surprised eyes, and stepped out of the back kitchen with small steps.

"This cup is for Miss Higashiyama, and this cup is for myself."

Risking the murderous eyes of the female customer in the seat just now, Mr. Chihara dangled on the table of the two beautiful girls with two glasses of juice, until a certain Sakura-san, who looked unhappy, reached out and grabbed it.

"Sister Akiyama, I'll order a can of Coke." The teenager who had already gotten off work greeted his big sister who was still working as a guest.

After all, this is the first favorite drink, and orange juice is more suitable for little girls to drink.

He received the red package of happy water from Maya Akiyama, who was full of sorrow.

In order to maintain his demeanor, Mr. Chihara specially inserted a straw into it to suck, and waited until it was refreshing to raise his head and snort softly to show his pleasure.

"May I ask the two young ladies, what do you want if you don't come home at ten o'clock on Christmas Eve?" Mr. Chihara pointed at the girl opposite.

"And order such a high-calorie thing, I'm really not afraid of getting lucky?"

The boy glanced at Sakura-san, who had solved most of the food on the table, with disdain, and his mouth was still obvious.

【Pillar in the middle】

"You guy......" The girl Sakura gritted her teeth.

"If I hadn't been able to move now that I was full, I would have had to fight today."

The girl rubbed her little face, which was still a little painful, and said to herself.

"Does Suzune-chan know this Chihara-sama?" Miss Higashiyama asked in surprise, after all, it is really rare for two people to be acquainted, and not many people know better than themselves what Miss Lonely Star is like, but now a strange boy has appeared.

"Old friends."

"Unfortunately, if possible, I would not have known him or her."

The two sighed and swallowed a sip of their drink at the same time, then looked at each other and looked away with disgust.