When I came home from work yesterday afternoon, it was about the wind, and I had a headache all night, and I still had it in the morning. I was afraid that I would have a fever, so I touched the thermometer and measured it, 36.1, which is not bad.

When I arrived at the company, my colleagues said that they were afraid of the wind cold, but it happened that there were no wind chill cold particles, so I had to make a cup of hot tea and drink it.

I rummaged through the drawer to see if there was any ginger, and I thought that making a cup of ginger brown sugar tea would also dispel the cold. After rummaging for a long time, I didn't find ginger, but there was a small piece of brown sugar.

In fact, if you really want to get it, you can also go to the cafeteria and ask for some.

But I really hate the few children in the cafeteria.

It's really incredibly annoying.

Maybe that's the case with everyone in charge of the cafeteria. Every time she was cooking, she was like trying to snatch food from her mouth, beating half a spoonful of food, and she had to toss it so hard that it was almost finished before it hit the begger's bowl.

It felt like moving the offerings on her family's ancestral tribute table. It seemed that everyone who worked the vegetables owed her nineteen million.

And every time I don't have enough to eat, I will stare at it firmly. From time to time, I have to read the previous sentence: There are still people coming in the back, and there is not enough to eat.

Later, we simply brought it into the kitchen, so that we couldn't even add it.

It's really hateful.

In fact, we have to pay for eating in the cafeteria. 5 pieces per person. The company subsidizes 2 yuan, which adds up to 7 yuan.

It's not a lot of money, but at least it's not a white meal, right?

Are the people in the cafeteria sick? Why do you protect the food in the pot like a food dog?

In the end, how many large pots are often left, and they are probably brought home to honor their ancestors.

Sometimes I wonder if the cafeteria aunt is from the company's director's family, so she protects the food so much?

Actually, that's pretty good.

About five or six years ago, I once went to the administration department to complain to the administrative manager that a certain aunt in the cafeteria would not let us add food, which was really ridiculous. If the food is not enough, then stir-fry, if the money is not enough, then let's add money, but since you come to work, you must always have a full meal.

Outcome.

The result must not be expected.

The administrative manager actually ran to the cafeteria and told the canteen staff: AABB from a certain department came to me today to complain about you. Yes, by name.

From now on.

You can imagine that.

My hard days have come.

The next day, I went to fight vegetables, and the woman who was complained about threw the vegetables directly on my plate and cursed viciously in a low voice: It is really shameful to dare to sue. I didn't understand at first that it was aimed at me. Because they have always been like this when they cook. And I've always been an afterthought. But then I heard my colleague whisper to me that she was scolding you and that you were suing her.

Since then, every time I go to the dishes, the person I complained about gives me a face and throws it into my bowl extra hard when I fight. The meat is beaten very little......... In short, there are all kinds of difficulties like that.

This is the dilemma, after all, we only eat one meal a day, and the cafeteria is far away from our office, so there is no other interaction.

But this matter is deeply rooted in this aunt's heart. She hated me. It's been almost five or six years now. She still sticks to the tip of her heart.

Fish is often eaten in the company cafeteria. Every time I went to cook, I would get a big piece of fish tail from her. Forever! Never escaped!

Just last week, I ate fish again. It's a big pot of snow-white fish pieces, and each person can hit one or two pieces.

I followed another colleague who liked to eat fish, and I told this aunt who had a holiday with me that I would add a little more. She gave her colleague a big spoonful, so much that both my colleague and I were surprised. That's a rare thing!

Then I saw this aunt digging hard with a spoon on the edge of the basin! Dig out a fish tail from the fish!!

Mom!!

I instantly turned around and walked out of the queue and said that I forgot to flush the bowl with water!

Then I pretended to rinse the bowl with cold water and waited in line again.

Hum!

I saw her pluck the fish's tail! But I don't want to! I'll see her give it back to me!

I relined up behind a boy and saw her give the boy a big tail of fish, and then to me, apparently scooping a piece of fish meat for me. I'm happy. Finally dodged! Look at your black hands!

Then go back to the office and eat.

We all bring our own bowls back to the office now to eat. Because of the epidemic, I am not afraid to gather people to eat in the cafeteria.

My colleague also asked me, AA, why did you suddenly line up and walk away?

I proudly explained to them and laughed and said, I don't want her fish tail! Otherwise, she'll have to give me a fishtail every time!

Then everyone laughed. Then eat.

And then.......

When I'm eating to the end.........

Explain, because I only brought two bowls, one for soup and one for food. Isn't the dish the same as the other? So I used to beat all the dishes on the bottom and the rice on top at the end. In this way, the rice will not become an oil soup rice.

So when I ate to the end, I was extremely depressed and sad to find that I had eaten a small piece of white fish, and there was a large piece of pickled vegetables underneath, and under the cover of the pickles, there was a small fish tail in sight!!!

I couldn't escape!

Ahh!!!!h

In desperation, I told my colleagues: I was hit in the tail again.

They burst into laughter.

I asked hopefully, "Do you often hit fish tails?"

yes, maybe it's like eating chicken, and there are a lot of chicken necks? Maybe you have a lot of fish tails when you eat fish? Can everyone be hit?

But my colleague told me very firmly: no, I have never hit a fishtail!

I silently wept and looked at the sky forty-five degrees.

Aunt Canteen, I don't share the sky with you!

Just kidding. Beat less meat, I can still lose some fat hahaha

However, every time I go to eat, I still have to do a little mental construction in advance.

How do I build it?

That's what I told myself:

Amitabha, I'm an ascetic monk who has come to practice now, and I'm going to eat in the dining hall. I'm an ascetic, and I'm going to the dining hall to eat.

Since he is an ascetic, no matter how little he fights, no matter how long his face is, it is normal.

Nam Mo Amitabha Buddha!