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Chapter 881 2021.11.24 Working in a store

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    ? Yesterday, I had a dream again My family and I followed suit and went to work in the nearby shop.

    My mother and I went up to the second floor. There are several tables of customers on this floor. It seems that the business of this restaurant is quite good.   I walked a few steps forward, and saw that the big round table by the window on the left was almost finished, so I stood by and waited. My mother stood behind me on the left, and there were others walking with us.

    After a while, the people at that table finished eating and got up, so I started to clean up the leftovers, dishes, garbage and so on on the round table.  A lot of wet residue was piled up on the table, and I picked up a long strip on the table to scrape it away.  A thin layer of plastic surface was covered on the wooden tabletop. During cleaning, there seemed to be water between the plastic surface and the wooden tabletop. Many places were attached together. I don¡¯t know if the plastic film on the tabletop was broken, and the dishes went in.  Juice Although I feel that this is a bit dirty, but if you have already agreed to come to work, then do it.  But the owner of this store still doesn't know that I work here, I thought about this in my heart, and planned to do it first, and just talk to them later.

    I tidied up quite neatly. When I tidied up the table counterclockwise until my back was facing the big window, a middle-aged and elderly woman who was sitting at this table approached me from my left side and offered to give me money.  Declined and explained to her that I can't take money, checkout to the bar or something.  But the woman still wanted to give me the money, and I kept refusing it. We were in a stalemate like this for a while, and then the woman told me that it was a tip for me.

    The money was twenty yuan, not much, but I still felt bad about it, so I rejected her again. In the end, the woman trotted all the way to the direction of the staircase that was diagonally to the right, and chased after them.  Now I glanced at her back, and saw that she was about 1.6 meters tall, with short gray hair around her ears, a floral shirt on her upper body, slacks on her lower body, and some old clothes.   Seeing the roll of money clutched in her hand, there was a trace of regret in her heart

    Mom said she knew the man, so I was thinking Is it because the woman knew my mother that she wanted to give me money?  

    Then I turned left and walked to the kitchen, where a chef in a chef uniform was busy.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man in a white kitchen coat and a white kitchen hat not far ahead, who was slightly slanted to the right, and said a few words to someone else. I knew it was the head chef here.  I haven't looked closely at the head chef, but I feel pretty good, so I can't help but imagine that he will be good-looking and handsome, etc Then I looked up, and it turned out that he looked like a greasy big brother  Completely ended all my fantasies

    Because the kitchen is not big, I am standing against the left wall of the entrance at this time.  Suddenly, the door of the kitchen near me on the right was pushed inward, and the proprietress poked her head in at about the height above my right shoulder and said a few words to the head chef, then closed the door and left  . From the corner of my eye just now, the proprietress has a small oval face, hair tied in the back, and good facial features

    I pointed to the small plate of leftovers on the corner of the stainless steel table in front of me obliquely to the right, and told the head chef that this was nothing, meaning let the head chef make some more.   The juice at the bottom of the plate is light green, and the vegetables are light green and whitish filaments, which look like shredded radish in cold salad.

    The head chef asked me about my identity. He had never seen me among the waiters, and then I told him that I belonged to the shop next door, and said a few words.  When the chef learned that I was visiting the shop, his tone and demeanor softened immediately.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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