The end of the world is coming: My waiter is too Buddhist

It is already the end of April, but the spring nights are still cold, and the dense rain makes many workers who come home late wrap their clothes tightly.

Normally these workers would return to the shelter before sunset, but today was different. The vendors who had set up stalls in the square waited until it was completely dark before their tired figures were seen.

They returned exhausted in the rain, and quickened their pace when they smelled the fragrance coming from the snack stall.

"It's so late today, have a bowl of spicy hot pot, it will warm you up after eating."

Seeing the workers returning, the vendors who had occupied the front seats immediately lifted the lid of the big pot that had been boiling broth, and warm steam immediately wafted out to embrace the hungry diners.

The broth boiling in the pot exuded a rich aroma, and the workers couldn't help but slow down their pace. Soon, someone fished out two or three yellowed bone coins from his pocket and tossed them into the boss's cash box. "Have a bowl, but I'll take it away. Eating here will be cold."

Ding-ding-dang-dang, the bone coins collided with each other, making a pleasant sound. This made the boss's smile particularly bright in the steaming mist: "Okay, just wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

Some people stayed to eat, while others stopped for a while and continued to move forward. Many workers still aimed for the canteen, because two bone coins were enough to fill their stomachs there, while a stall like this required three or even four bone coins.

Thinking of this, the originally exhausted workers planned to get up even earlier tomorrow. If they could win the title of outstanding employees, they might be able to have more special meals like the hunting team members.

Along with the tired, dragging footsteps of the workers came the cries of the surrounding vendors: "Hot sesame cakes for one bone coin each!

The hot tofu bowl is fragrant and spicy, buy one bowl and get one free!

Beetroot soup costs two coins a cup, with your choice of toppings...”

The mixture of sweet or spicy smells constantly stimulates people's taste buds, but not many people stop to eat or pay for a glass of sweet water. This puzzles Lin Xiaoxiao, who comes out to find food at night.

Arriving at the sweet water stall, she placed her order and stopped a middle-aged man who was hesitating in front of the stall. "Uncle, why don't you buy a cup? Two bone coins are a good price."

Although it is called sweet soup, the vendor added a lot of nuts collected from the jungle and some fruit pieces produced in the shelter to ensure that customers feel it is a good deal. More importantly, he added small glutinous rice balls made by the vendor himself.

As long as you are not a big eater, this bowl of sweet soup will make you full.

The price of two bone coins is quite affordable, and Lin Xiaoxiao doesn't understand why everyone is still hesitating.

Facing her curious eyes, the man who was stopped waved his hands hurriedly: "It's not expensive, it's really not expensive, it's just that I don't like sweet things."

"But I see you've been here for a long time, uncle."

Lin Xiaoxiao didn't believe it at all. Faced with the questioning, the man could only scratch his head embarrassedly: "I just want to save more money. Now our family is still living in a dormitory. If we save more, we can live together sooner."

Talking about his family, the exhausted man smiled. "It's almost there. If my wife and I work hard to recruit excellent employees, we should be able to rent an apartment soon. That way, we can start a small business in the future."

Seeing that Lin Xiaoxiao didn't understand what he meant, the man explained, "If you want to do business, you need your own stall. Both carts and goods need a place to store them, so having a suite will make business go more smoothly."

"Okay, sorry for taking up your time. Consider this a treat for my child. Have a good life."

Lin Xiaoxiao handed the sweet water she had just made to the uncle who kept refusing it, and turned around and rushed to the meeting room without bothering to eat.

The meeting officially began at 8 o'clock in the evening. The heads of all departments of the shelter gathered together, and even the chefs in the kitchen sat in their own seats.

“I’m sure everyone has noticed that as time goes by and our shelter develops, the focus of people’s lives has shifted from having enough food to work and future planning.

As the head of each department, I would like to hear your recent discoveries and suggestions for future development."

After saying this, Lin Xiaoxiao crossed her hands on the table and looked around at everyone, waiting for their response.

There was silence, a long silence. If it weren't for the occasional sound of clothes rubbing against each other and the sound of the stool rubbing against the ground, Lin Xiaoxiao would have thought that she was the only one here.

Suspecting that she hadn't explained herself clearly enough, Lin Xiaoxiao knocked on the table and raised her voice, "What I'm saying is that the life needs of most people are slowly changing. They're no longer just looking for enough to eat. They're looking for ways to eat well, get better at work, and live a fulfilling life."

As the heads of various departments, do you have any ideas or thoughts that can help people pursue and create a better life? "

Silence, her response was still silence. Lin Xiaoxiao even suspected that everyone sitting in this conference room was a sculpture.

Glancing around, she said with anger in her tone, "You don't have any ideas at all?"

At this time, Qian Duoduo, who had just arrived, raised his hand and said, "Director, I would like to apply to establish a ground market."

Hearing this, the originally silent atmosphere was broken, and everyone stared at Qian Duoduo with interest, waiting for his next words.

Standing up, Qian Duoduo walked to Lin Xiaoxiao, pulled over the whiteboard, and casually drew an arc line on it with a pen, and then drew squares of different sizes in the area circled by the arc.

Pointing at the stick figure, he looked at everyone present: "This is our shelter. Apart from the underground part, we are now gradually expanding towards the east.

According to statistics, 60% of the refuge's residents are currently active on the surface. Besides hunting teams and patrols, the largest number of people are land reclamation workers and plantation workers, who rely on the surface for food and daily necessities.

I believe everyone has seen that there are many small vendors gathered in the square in front of the door, and the hunting team and patrol team have also formed their own small trading places for the convenience of trading, which proves that there is a need for a market on the ground.

Similarly, there is a lack of shops in the shelter for exchanging daily necessities and services, so my suggestion is to apply to establish two markets, one outside the shelter and one inside the shelter.

After he finished speaking, everyone who had been sitting there like wooden figures immediately started a heated discussion, and Lin Xiaoxiao nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good, this is a great idea. If everyone agrees, we'll hand this matter over to the Department of Civil Affairs. What do you think, Director Wang and Director Liu?"

Wang Dachui, who was chatting with others when his name was suddenly called, immediately stood up and nodded: "Okay, this is a great policy that benefits the people. However, the ground is not very safe after all, in this regard..."

Pressing down with both hands to signal Wang Dachui to sit down, Lin Xiaoxiao said loudly: "This is exactly the topic I want to discuss with you all, building a ground home.

We can't live underground forever for the past two years. The surface is our home. Our next goal in the shelter is to return to the surface and live again!"