I shouldn't have opened the door of this dumpling restaurant. Since then, I have seen the hidden, ancient and strange side of this world, which cannot be explained by science.

Strange souls, the dead, ghosts, and zombies have filled my life ever since.

The name of this dumpling restaurant is - Huangquan.

I had just graduated from college that year. Because my father had old tuberculosis, it has become more and more serious in recent years, and he has almost become a frequent visitor to the hospital. I had to give up my dream of staying in Shanghai and return to my hometown of Penang to take care of my father.

I vividly remember that it was the ninth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the Chung Yeung Festival, and when it was time for lunch, the canteen of the central hospital was overcrowded.

Mom said that since it was a holiday, she would go out and buy some good food. Directly opposite the downtown hospital is the shopping street. There are restaurants, restaurants, hotels, foot massage shops, and KTVs.

With 100 yuan in my hand in my hand, I wandered around the shopping street.

There is a dumpling restaurant that is particularly thriving. The dumpling restaurant is less than 100 meters away from the central hospital, with a red plaque on a blue background with five big characters written on it - "King of Big Stuffed Dumplings".

What caught my attention was not the popularity of the dumpling restaurant, but the four-inch poster-sized job posting on the glass door of the house.

Write above.

"This dumpling restaurant is recruiting night shift waiters. Working hours, 12:00 a.m. to 4:00 a.m. The monthly salary is 20,000 yuan. ”

The job posting is concise and straightforward, but the monthly salary is a bit surprising. In a small city like Bincheng, where we are in the fifth and sixth tiers, hotel waiters earn tens of thousands of yuan a month, and they can earn 3,000 yuan.

It should be that the boss made a mistake and mistakenly made 2,000 into 20,000. I couldn't help but laugh, it was really sloppy.

But when I think about it, the working hours are from 12:00 a.m. to 4:00 a.m. I only work four hours a day, although I only have 2,000 yuan a month, which is not small. And it doesn't delay me to take care of my father during the day. Maybe I can come here and do a part-time job.

When I think about it, I don't feel like I'm pushing the door in.

The area of the dumpling restaurant is not large, only one floor, about forty or fifty square meters. The decoration is simple and elegant, with porcelain white square floor tiles and pure white walls without any decoration. The hall was simply set up with eight rectangular wooden tables, but it was full of guests.

At the counter sat an old man with gold-rimmed glasses, about sixty years old. Cut with an outdated flat head, the silver hair on the sideburns was glittered by the sunlight shining through the glass door.

The old man was settling accounts at the moment, and kept pressing the calculator in his hand, "Zero, four six plus eighteen ......." ”。

"My name is Wang Zehan, I am 23 years old this year, are you recruiting night waiters here?"

I asked, stretching my head shyly.

When the old man heard my words, he was stunned, only to hear the calculator in his hand keep saying, "Zero, zero, zero." ”

"What did you say, young man?"

Isn't this old guy behind his ears? I'll have to repeat it.

"Hello boss, I saw the job posting on your door, is there still a night waiter here?"

The old man listened to my words and suddenly looked at me with a strange look. That kind of look, there is surprise and surprise in it, as if there is a little bit of horror. In short, his facial expressions are tangled and complex.

"Move, move!"

"What about working hours?"

"12:00 a.m. to 4:00 a.m. ”

"What is the salary?"

"20,000 yuan a month. ”

It turned out to be really 20,000 yuan, what kind of dumpling restaurant is this. Didn't a big pie fall from the sky and hit me in the face? I worked four hours a day, and my salary soared above that of Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou.

"Oops, hey, hey, I've been waiting for so long, and finally there's a guy who has come to apply. ”

The man with gold-rimmed glasses was so happy that he began to yell at the back kitchen.

"Little Niu! Niu Baiye, come and see! ”

The old man's mood is really intriguing, I just came to apply, why did he see me? As if he had seen some rare treasure, he had to call his friends to come and watch it.

From time to time, a strong man in a white chef's uniform emerges from the back kitchen. This strong man is about 1.85 meters, with a big waist and a round waist, and the flesh on his face grows horizontally, and he looks a little fierce.

However, this chef is very much like a person, who is the actor of Lu Zhishen in the 86 version of "Water Margin" - Teacher Zang Kesheng.

When Lu Zhishen saw me, he also had a strange and surprised expression. He looked me up and down, and his naked look seemed to break my flesh and see through my soul.

If it weren't for the fact that he wore a platinum wedding ring on his left ring finger, I would have suspected that he was a gay man with an abnormal sexual orientation.

"Good, young, tender and physical. Danhong must be happy to see it. ”

"Danhong?" sounds like it should be a woman's name.

"The little boss of our dumpling restaurant, this damn girl! I don't know where to go to catch Kaizi. Okay, I'll talk to the boss in a moment. Can you go to work tonight, boy?"

"Yes!"

I nodded firmly, such a high-paying short-term part-time job, the opportunity must not be lost, and the time will never come. I immediately finalized with Niu Baiye and went to work that night.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, I said hello to my parents and went straight to the "King of Big Stuffed Dumplings".

At night, Penang is deserted on the streets. This dumpling restaurant is just opposite the Central Hospital, only two or three minutes away.

I pushed the door open and entered, and the dumpling restaurant was empty. In the middle of the night, is it possible that there will be guests coming to eat dumplings?

It's a strange thing, and it's not something I should worry about. As long as the boss pays his salary on time, wouldn't it be better if there are no guests.

I guess I heard the sound of me entering the door, and Niu Baiye poked his head out of the back kitchen.

"You're here, young man!"

"My name is Wang Zehan, call me Xiao Wang, Zehan can do it!"

"Uh, that little Wang! Feel free to do it yourself, don't be inhibited. There are usually no customers at night, and if you are sleepy, you sleep on the counter. You can leave work on time until 4:00. ”

"Sleep!"

My whole body was scorched by thunder on the outside and tender on the inside.

"What kind of luck is this? Could it be that the night shift waiter is just a shift job?"

"Almost!"

Niu Baiye is stumbling.

"Xiao Wang, you are at your own convenience, I fell asleep on the kitchen board, and the guests called me when they ordered some dishes. ”

I nodded, and slipped into the solid copper wood counter. Through the transparent glass door of the dumpling restaurant, the door is quietly dark, and the road is as clean as a beggar's pocket—empty.

I don't know how long I've been sitting at the counter, but the only thing I can hear is the clear and deafening snoring sound of Brother Niu coming from the back kitchen.

A wave of sleepiness hit, and I slowly lay down on the counter, gently closing my eyes to recuperate.

I don't know how long it took.

"Nourish...... Multiply....... ”

The glass door and the concrete floor rubbed against each other.

I heard a sound and a jolt of the tiger's body, and I opened my hazy sleepy eyes. Unexpectedly, the dumpling restaurant in the middle of the night would really come to customers.

Two people came in one after the other.

In front of him was an old man of seventy or eighty years old, extremely thin, like a dried skeleton.

The skeleton was dressed in a pure black satin retro Tang suit, and wore an octagonal prismatic melon skin hat on his head, solemn and funny.

The one in the back is even weirder, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. In the hot summer, he wore a red cotton jacket and red cotton pants, and tied two pigtails with red ropes, but the appearance was very symbolic, with a pink and white fleshy face, and a pair of eyes full of aura.

The old man spoke, his voice old and hoarse.

"Eat, boy, help with a menu. ”

I've just come to my senses, and it's time to go to work. The waiter in the dumpling restaurant, on the first day of work, how can he be passive and slack off.

"Okay, uncle, you can sit casually. ”

I hurriedly picked up a blackened and yellowed menu from the counter and handed it to the old man in Tang costume.

The old man flipped through the two pages, and slowly transferred the menu to the girl in cotton clothes sitting across from him.

"Girl, order whatever you want, don't be embarrassed to eat whatever you want. ”

The old man patted the waistband of his trousers, making a muffled "bang" sound.

"Eat more, eat more, eat enough, we have money." ”

The girl in cotton buried her head low, as if she was a little shy, and only spoke for a while, her voice was thin and small, and she was very shy.

"Two catties of pork and green onion dumplings, people also want to eat more, and the road will be far away later, and it will consume physical strength!"