Yesterday I went to the cafeteria to eat, and I encountered a particularly embarrassing thing.

I was in the back of the line at the senior executive. That's a woman who belongs to the elite type of the workplace. It's the kind of person who can change his face when he says it, and he can say it casually if he can't listen to it. The face can also be said to be the kind that is put on the table for others to see.

When she first came to the company, I got along with her for a while. But then it turns out that maybe we are not the same kind of people. She's the kind of person who can thrive better than I am. If she was placed at the same starting point and in the same position, she would definitely rise faster than me. Because she is more able to look at her face, and her heart may be harder. All in all, it's better than me. At least in interpersonal terms. So, when she stayed for a year or two and got acquainted with the company, I could occasionally tell in her face that she was contemptuous of a Buddhist-type employee like me.

Yes, it's obvious.

Anyway, I knew I wouldn't be able to talk to her as much as I used to. But that's nothing. Anyway, if they are not in the same department, the conflict of interest is not big. Do your own thing, and then the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water.

It was purely unintentional to be behind her when she was cooking in the cafeteria.

Then after the meal, the first dish was braised pork with potatoes, which was to be assigned to us by the kitchen helper. There will be a lot of large fat in the braised pork, and then there will also be large pieces of lean meat in the cube. Female helpers usually give each person a spoonful. So when I finished cooking and saw that the cook had finished beating a spoonful for the person in front of me and scooped up another spoonful, I quickly reached over to take it. And I was secretly happy in my heart, because I saw that there were three plump potatoes and three golden lumps of lean meat in the cook's spoon!

Here's the embarrassment. The cook passed the spoon over my bowl, and then pushed it far into the bowl of the senior executive, and poured all the specially selected dishes into the executive bowl, and then I heard the unfinished sentence from the cook's mouth: "...... Add some to you, I know that you like to eat thin and don't like fat. ”

I was very embarrassed to hold the bowl, so I had to laugh and laugh at myself: I saw that I had beaten a spoonful and I thought it was over......

The cook finally gave me a spoonful, and I silently looked at the several large pieces of fat in the bowl that were still trembling as the soup poured in, and choked speechlessly: I actually like thin ones too...... I'm also a woman...... Oh, I'm not from the Administration Department......

Fortunately, the cook also added a spoonful to me...... Well, three big potatoes!

It's not bad, okay!

I remembered when the cook was cooking for the male administrative manager, and the spoonfuls full of dishes were piled up high and almost the tip of the bowl came out.

It's really not too obvious.

Therefore, in the future, you should have a long mind, and when queuing up to eat, don't line up behind the personnel of the administrative department, otherwise the whole meal will not taste fragrant! In particular, it is possible to encounter a situation like my on-the-spot social death......