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Being a waiter in a restaurant is hard work, but once you get used to it, it seems to be the same.

At noon of this day, the sky that had been gloomy for several days finally began to rain lightly. The rain was already damp and cold, and it was the twelfth lunar month of winter. .

After two o'clock in the afternoon, the light rain turned into light snow, and the wind picked up again. Occasionally, a few pedestrians on the street were hurriedly wrapped up tightly. A woman in boots came out of the supermarket with a child. The child, holding food in one hand, didn't pay attention to the road under his feet. He stepped on a muddy water stain mixed with rain and snow, and his pants were covered in dirty water.

"Tsk, what the hell kind of weather is this?" The woman looked at the mud spots on her body in dismay, muttered a few curses, held her son's hand tightly and hurried away.

Everyone stayed at home and couldn't come out, so there was naturally no one in the restaurant.

Wu Li has been busy for the past few days, and today he is rarely free. Holding a hot water cup in one hand, he quietly looks at the snow scene outside through the glass window.

The scalding ointment worked very well, and the blood blisters on his left hand had basically disappeared, scabs had formed, and he was much better.

It has been snowing for a while, and the green belts and sidewalks on the street are gradually covered with white.

The heating in the store was on high, and it was warm. The fat cook went to the third floor to find the boss, and the rest of the people nestled in the lobby, sleeping and playing with their mobile phones.

No one spoke, and the restaurant was rarely quiet.

Yang Ze was sleeping in the corner, but he wasn't actually sleepy, he just had nothing to do.

Wu Li pushed him beside him: "What day is it today?"

"The 25th of the twelfth lunar month." Yang Ze turned his head to face him.

25. There is no thirty this year, and the 29th of the twelfth lunar month is New Year's Eve, so you can go back in four days. Wu Li said in a low voice, "On the first day of the new year, you can sleep in."

Ze Yang opened his eyes.

Wu Li lowered his eyes, and was gently blowing on the hot tea in his hand. His eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips breathed slightly, and the stirred yellow-green leaves floated up and down.

The heat dissipated, softening his contours and softening his brows and eyes.

This guy is much closer to him than before, Yang Ze thought.

The relationship between the two of them used to be passable, but it was just passable, even during the days when they went home together every night, the relationship between the two was not close.

The problem is not with Yang Ze, but with Wu Li. Yang Ze is a lively and out-of-the-box person who can chat with anyone easily.But Wu Li is different. In the past, Yang Ze would have felt that this person's coldness was mostly pretentious, but after being in contact with him for so long, he felt that Wu Li's personality is really cold, although it is not as cold as the cold beauties in those novels. It can't be seen or played, but it is still much colder than ordinary people.

He doesn't like to socialize with people, and he's impatient to socialize. He's a person who lives in his own world, and doesn't want others to enter his world, nor does he want to enter other people's world.

He only cares about the people he cares about, the things he cares about.

Proper cold flower.

Even Yang Ze himself didn't know how his status in this person's eyes changed from "meeting every day" to "a little close".

But I can also guess the reason, most likely it has something to do with me accompanying him here to receive social education.

No matter how deserted this person is, he is only 16 years old after all. He is young and has little social experience, but also has a high self-esteem. At home, Uncle Wu is patient and loving to him. When he comes here, no one loves him. , was wearing small shoes, although he didn't say it, but Yang Ze knew that he must feel uncomfortable in his heart.

And he was clearly implicated, but he didn't get angry at him. The two of them were scolded by the fat cook together, couldn't eat the food together, and huddled together in the same bed back to back to keep warm, just like a comrade-in-arms in the trenches.

At this point, the cold flower is finally willing to open her heart and treat him as her real one.

It's a pity that Yang Ze, a good man, was first ignored, then classified as a dispensable family, and now he is his own.Overcoming thorns and thorns all the way to come here, he finally has a place in this person's heart.

It's really not easy!

I will be moved to cry by myself.

And this is a revolutionary friendship that came out of sleep, look, sitting together now, whispering to him, how sticky, Yang Ze was filled with emotion in his heart.

What a right choice it is to insist on sleeping on a quilt!

"What are you sleeping for?" Wu Li turned to look at him.

Unprepared, Yang Ze let out what was in his heart, straightened up and smiled as if nothing had happened: "No, it's nothing, I mean you may not be able to sleep well if you sleep late on the first day of the new year."

"...why?"

Originally he didn't want to hit him, but since he opened his mouth, Yang Ze simply made it clear: "Why did Uncle send you here? I don't need to repeat the purpose with you, right?"

Wu Li put down the water glass in his hand, and his lips were almost pursed into a straight line.

Yang Ze tapped on the table with his fingertips, and said softly: "I think Uncle Wu has made up his mind this time. I heard from my mother that he has started to pay attention to the recruitment situation of the supermarket for you. I sent you to be a cashier in the early morning of the first day of junior high school, and..." He paused here, his Adam's apple rolled down, looked behind him, and found that no one was paying attention to their conversation, so he lowered his voice and continued Said, "...Uncle also plans to let you take a semester off from school to go to the construction site to move bricks."

As soon as his words fell, Wu Li's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Yang Ze spread his hands, with an innocent face: "Don't stare at me, it's not my decision."

Wu Li stared at him without saying a word, his eyes were like knives, wanting to cut Yang Ze into pieces in an instant and put him in the frying pan.

Yang Ze raised his eyebrows, and didn't know what he was thinking, he smiled fearlessly: "So you heard it, well, I made this little suggestion when I called my mother, but I I advise you to think carefully, you are still older than me, if you really drop out of school, I will be in the second year of high school next year, and you...huh."

Wu Li gritted his teeth angrily, and said angrily in a low voice, "Yang Ze!"

Yang Ze didn't seem to be afraid of him at all, he stood up slowly, with a smile on his lips, squinting his eyes and calling him: "Primary school brother?"

Wu Li slapped the table angrily and wanted to beat him up, but the troublemaker was as slippery as a loach, seeing the situation was not good, he slipped away.

There were no customers during the day, and only a few tables came to the store in the evening. Wu Li took the freshly cooked dishes and put them on the table at the door. When he turned back, someone stopped him.

"Hello, waiter."

Wu Li stopped and walked back: "Hello."

There were two middle-aged men eating, one of them was thin and weak, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he took chopsticks to pick out a hair from the spicy chicken on the table, and asked calmly: "Is this what you fried?" Vegetables? And hair!"

The rest of the customers in the store were alarmed by the movement here, and they all looked over.

Wu Li looked at the short hair, black and slightly curly.

He shook his head and said politely, "Sorry, our chefs wear sanitary caps when cooking, so we won't let our hair fall out."

After speaking, he pointed to the kitchen window intimately, indicating that customers can look at it by themselves.

Through the window, you can see the busy figures of two cooks in white coats and sanitary caps.

What he said was polite, but the implied meaning was obvious.

It's not the chef's hair, it's your own. As for whether it fell in by accident or on purpose... I don't know.

How could the man with glasses not understand the meaning behind his words, and immediately became angry when he heard the words: "You mean the hair I put in myself?"

Wu Li looked at him expressionlessly.

I didn't say it, you said it yourself.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the man with glasses became even angrier. He pointed at Wu Li's black hair and said, "It's either the cook's hair or yours. You brought this dish here, so it must be your hair!"

Wu Li was surprised in his heart, he shook his head: "I don't lose my hair." His hair with good quality may not lose two strands in one wash.

After speaking, he looked at the worrying hairline of the man with glasses, and his eyes flowed.

The man with glasses was almost so mad at him, he stroked his big back irritably, and shouted: "Don't look at my hair, it's what you lost, just tell me what to do! You'll grow your hair after eating!" , what do you do with your daily hygiene, it's disgusting!"

Wu Li glanced at the dishes on the two's table that were almost eaten up, and then at the other man at the same table.

The man was dark, drinking tea with his head down, not looking at him.

Wu Li pursed his lips and turned his eyes back to the man with glasses: "Then what do you think?"

"What should I do?" The glasses man rolled his eyes a few times, as if he was thinking, and then became more arrogant, "You still have the nerve to ask me, let me tell you, if you don't give me an explanation today, I and I You are not finished!"

Wu Li pursed his lips again, what to say?It's obviously the hair you put on yourself, why don't I have to explain it?He really wanted to beat someone up, but he was concerned about the rules in the store, so he could only look towards the kitchen for help.

Their dispute was not small, Yang Ze was reporting the name of the dish in the kitchen, when he heard it, he was about to run out, when he turned around at the door of the kitchen, he turned around and smiled at the fat cook: "Uncle Zhao, someone is looking for trouble outside. "

The fat cook was stirring the dishes, and frowned when he heard this: "Didn't you see that I'm busy? It's a big problem, you can solve it yourself."

Yang Ze gritted his teeth angrily.

If you can solve it by yourself, then what is the use of you as the foreman? !Do you want to eat idle food?

Yang Ze turned his attention to the other people in the store for help. Sister Li and Tong Sister who had been watching the excitement before got up quickly, wiped here, cleaned there, and hurried to go.

The two are high school students, and they have never encountered such a situation, so they don't know how to solve it. Seeing that there is no hope for help, Yang Ze bites the bullet and comes to the noisy man with glasses, and speaks.

"You don't charge for this plate of spicy chicken, so we bought it."

Satisfied, the man in glasses calmed down, looked at Yang Ze, and curled his lips: "Wouldn't it be better to say that earlier? The food is not clean, and I don't plan to admit it. Let's see who will come to your restaurant to eat in the future!"

Yang Ze took a deep breath and told himself to calm down, calm down!

The man with glasses achieved his goal, took money out of his pocket, and settled the rest of the food money. He glanced at Wu Li who was standing silently at the side, and left with his companions with a sneer: "You don't go to school at a young age, so you come to society. You think society is easy to mess with, ha, brat."

Wu Li's face was sullen, and his footsteps moved slightly. Yang Ze grabbed him sharply and comforted him: "It's alright, alright, he's just a greedy villain, why bother with him."

After finally comforting the people, Yang Ze handed the money to Sister Li, who was in charge of the cashier, and Sister Li took the money, counted it and put it in the cashier counter, and made an account, saying, "Who will put the money for the spicy chicken into your account? "

"...What?" Yang Ze suspected that he didn't hear clearly.

Sister Li looked up at him, and said in a low voice: "The boss stipulates that in the situation just now, the original price of the dishes will be recorded on the corresponding waiter, and will be deducted when the salary is paid at the end of the month." To whose account."

......

Yang Ze looked at Wu Li in disbelief, and couldn't believe his ears. No wonder no one responded to him when he asked for help just now. So this was involved...

How could he have imagined that a restaurant could be stingy to such an extent!A mere plate of spicy chicken, how much does the raw material cost?Just deduct money for this?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he said angrily, "It's on my account!"

Forget it, he didn't get angry here once or twice, he was almost turning into a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, and he didn't care about doing it again!

Sister Li gave him a pitiful look, and lowered her head to keep accounts.

Standing behind, Wu Li watched him try his best to calm down, gritted his teeth, lowered his head and wondered what he was thinking.