Business at the breakfast shop was very good, and everyone was packed. Almost every table ordered steamed buns and beef vermicelli soup.
Su Guozhi's eyes were black and blue, his skinny body was sitting on the bench with his back hunched over, his big black palms had clear veins, and his skin was so thin that the blood vessels protruded.
He had unloaded all night's goods last night, and his whole body was sore. His hands were so tired that he couldn't help but tremble, but he still kept wrapping the buns.
Suddenly someone in the store shouted: "Two more steamed buns."
"Hey, here we come." Su Guozhi promised, but his legs were too sore and he could only stand up slowly with his hands on the table.
The boss was scalding the vermicelli soup and urged impatiently:
"Hurry up. You can't make the buns easily. You're still struggling to make the buns, just like you. I don't have to do it anymore."
"It'll be ready soon, it'll be ready soon." Su Guozhi laughed awkwardly twice, nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly handed the buns to others.
The boss boiled the beef soup and put it aside, waiting for Su Guozhi to come over and bring it to him. He muttered without missing a beat:
"I didn't want to recruit you in the first place. If you hadn't desperately begged me, I wouldn't have wanted you. Now that I've recruited you, you won't do a good job."
Su Guozhi was so busy that he was dizzy, but he still replied to his boss in a good voice.
Little did they know, this scene fell into the eyes of Su Wanyan across the street.
There were tears in her eyes, and she felt mixed feelings in her heart as she watched him hustling around being ordered around and groveling in the face of the boss's impatient voice.
After all, it was his father who raised him. It would always be difficult to see him today.
She took a breath to relieve the soreness on the tip of her nose, and did not come forward to disturb him, but she did not leave either. She could not move her eyes away, always focusing on that busy figure.
At this moment, Zhou Yan also walked into the breakfast shop. Without noticing Su Guozhi, he shouted first:
"Boss, let's have a bowl of beef vermicelli soup."
Su Guozhi heard the voice, turned around, and happened to look at Zhou Yan. He smiled kindly and said:
"I'm home?"
Zhou Yan glanced at the greasy-stained apron in front of him. A look of contempt and disgust appeared in her eyes. She unconsciously covered her nose with her index finger. She didn't want to admit it from the bottom of her heart, but she still nodded perfunctorily:
"Um."
Su Guozhi saw the disgust, he looked away, cleared the table, and said softly:
"Sit there."
The boss said as usual:
"Would you like some more?"
Zhou Yan glanced at the beef soup on the table next to him and felt that the beef was not too much, so he took the initiative and said:
"Just add two more slices of beef."
Su Guozhi paused slightly while clearing the table and glanced at the price list. It was marked that beef alone costs 1 cent per serving.
He sighed softly, quietly looked away, and continued to work.
Zhou Yan looked at the piles of beef slices that were served, and her appetite whetted her appetite. After she finished eating the beef slices, the fans barely moved. When half the bowl was left, she put down her chopsticks and shouted:
"Boss, how much is it?"
Boss: "Two beef slices are 80 cents, and beef vermicelli soup is 70 cents, totaling 1.5 yuan."
Zhou Yan subconsciously touched the three dollars in his pocket, then hesitantly looked at Su Guozhi and said:
"Remember to give the money later."
Su Guozhi's expression was stiff, his lips were slightly opened, he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth again and sighed softly:
"OK."
Zhou Yan left with a relaxed pace. Su Guozhi discussed with the boss:
"Can it be recorded in the account?"
The boss immediately frowned and said in an unhappy tone:
"What are you thinking about? You work here for three hours a day for only 20 cents an hour. After deducting your 60 cents salary today, you should give me 90 cents."
Su Guozhi couldn't afford a penny. He didn't even eat breakfast early in the morning. He just worked hard. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed:
"Otherwise, three days' salary will be deducted."
"With the speed you work at, I even want to tell you that you need to pay less. If your family just eats, it will be enough to deduct several days of your salary."
The boss put down his spoon with an angry look on his face, and banged it on the edge of the pot, making a loud sound. Su Guozhi trembled in fright.
He is like a child who has done something wrong and dare not speak out at all, but for the sake of extra income, he still does not dare to delay his work.
The more the boss looked at him, the more he disliked him. He had a bored expression on his face. He was about to say a few more words when suddenly he heard a voice coming from the door:
"Dad, why don't you do it?"
He looked up and saw that he didn't recognize Su Wanyan, but the next second, an earnest voice sounded in the restaurant:
"Boss Jiang's wife is coming over for breakfast."
Saturday said: "What a coincidence, boss lady."
The boss suddenly reacted and said in a very kind manner:
"Hey, look at me, I'm busy with my business. I heard that Boss Jiang got married yesterday, but I didn't ask which one."
Su Wanyan ignored him at all and chuckled at the people who greeted her in the restaurant as a reply.
The boss saw her displeasure and still smiled and said:
"Tell me earlier. If I knew you were Boss Jiang's father-in-law, I definitely wouldn't rush you like this. Don't mind. I just get impatient when I'm busy."
"It should."
At Su Guozhi's age, he has seen all kinds of scenes. How could he not understand the reason for his boss's rapid change of attitude?
He was still holding a greasy rag in his hand to wipe the table, and said without paying any attention:
"Yanyan, it's okay. You can go shopping in your place. I have to find a job."
Su Wanyan pursed her thin lips and paused on the spot. She really wanted to say that she could give him some money to set up a stall and start a small business.
But when I think about the blood-sucking characteristics of Li Cuilan and her daughter, I feel that Su Guozhi has himself to blame.
She not only hated Su Guozhi for not living up to expectations, but also felt sorry for him for living like this despite his age.
Her eyes were red with anger, and she turned away angrily before wiping away her tears.
Saturday frowned slightly and walked back to the factory. He happened to see Jiang Liting picking up clothes in the warehouse. After much hesitation, he stepped forward and said:
"Boss, I met the boss's wife this morning."
Jiang Liting raised the corners of his lips and said with interest:
"what is she doing?"
"Her dad worked at Lao Liu Beef Soup. Lao Liu thought he was slow at work. The landlady heard this and didn't say anything, so she asked her dad to stop working. Her dad didn't want to, so she turned around and left, but she still seemed to be crying. ”
"Where are you going? I'll go take a look." Jiang Liting's smile paused, and his words were full of worry.
"It's probably still on that street."
As soon as he finished speaking on Saturday, Jiang Liting walked out quickly.
Ten minutes later, he found Su Wanyan sitting on a bench by the roadside.
She held Jiang Yaya in her arms and looked at the passers-by sadly, her whole body exuding a melancholy aura.
Jiang Liting sat next to her, hugged her with one arm and said:
"Don't you want to sit here in the sun?"
Su Wanyan turned his head and said strangely:
"How did you come?"
Jiang Liting joked:
"I haven't heard that you are selling small fish again."
