The two of them walked back from the abandoned building behind the ramen restaurant, entered the store from the back door, and looked out the front door and found that there was no one on the street.

The pot was still thrown on the ground, but it was not cracked or broken, and it felt like it was still useful.

Yes ran out and picked up the mobile phone and pot that had fallen beside him. The pot was heavier than he thought and was really iron. He was a little worried about Chen Zihang's life problems now.

"Where did you swing him?" Yes asked, "Isn't it the head?"

He Xiu hesitated for a moment, "I didn't swing my head, just from the side. Probably..." He gestured on Yes, from his shoulder to his back shoulder blades to his waist. He gestured in the air without touching Yes.

Yes was shocked, "Isn't that half a back?"

He Xiu knocked on the pot, "Otherwise, the pot is so big."

The two were silent for a moment, and then laughed out loud at the same time. He Xiu rarely laughed out loud. It was the second time today. Yes put one hand on his shoulder and covered his stomach with the other hand. His haha ​​laughter echoed the whole street.

The owner of the noodle restaurant came out and shouted impatiently, "Can it work? He fought on the first day of formal work. He quickly helped my table and stools up and delivered the pot to the back. The chef was looking for the pot."

The boss is an uncle in his forties. He looks quite honest, but his eyes say it’s not easy to mess with.

"He Xiu will get off work early these two days. It's not safe to be too late." The boss said and glanced at the street corner, "Damn, Tai Sui is now full and is full. She's busy with a few students every few days."

"Oh." He Xiu nodded, "Then I've been..."

"Give the wages as much as possible." The boss cursed and walked back to the warehouse, "My noodle restaurant has a turnover of over 100 million yuan every day, and you still have to pay these wages."

"It's okay to have hundreds of millions of flowing water." Yes looked at this small Japanese rural shop speechlessly.

"This boss has a magical mindset," said He Xiu. "I was willing to recruit me at that time because I could translate one copy of the menu in their store in English and Japanese."

Yes was not surprised that He Xiu knew Japanese, after all, he was a great master who reads original Japanese comics. But he was surprised that the boss was, "This broken store is open on Yongping Street, so how can foreigners come to eat it? What do you do with the translation menu?"

He Xiu said in a plain tone, "The boss said, I'm afraid that the hooligans are educated."

Yes almost rolled to the ground with a smile again. He put on He Xiu's shoulder and gasped, "Don't tease me, I'm almost dead."

"Let's go and send the pot to the kitchen." He Xiu helped up the stool on the ground, "You will never know what happened to the pot that cooks for you."

"Shut up." Yes's stomach really started to hurt.

Yes has been to this ramen restaurant before, and he also ate some noodles after the fight. The taste was quite good in my memory, but the amount was too small, and it might be that the fight was more exhausting. He ate two bowls last time.

"Are you hungry?" He Xiu asked.

"It's a little bit." Yes touched his stomach, "Are you a waiter?"

"I'm not even a waiter," said He Xiu. "I had learned how to cook ramen before the interview, but the boss said I was the storefront of this store, so I could sit in the house and exude a cultural atmosphere."

Yes thought of the book "How a Japanese Master Makes a Bowl of Ramen", and his cheeks were sore. He sat down at the table, "Farewell, give me a bowl of noodles, I haven't eaten it in the morning."

"The storefront agreed." He Xiu lifted up the small bamboo curtain that was working hard to create a Japanese atmosphere and entered the back. He rolled up the sleeves of the other hand, and the wind chimes on the door curtain twitched.

Yes suddenly felt that the picture was really similar to Japanese comics. It was not like this simple small shop, but rather He Xiu was very similar to the male protagonist who worked part-time in the comics.

He had visited the English-Chinese post bar before, and the post of choosing the school grass. He and He Xiu each formed a camp, and were evenly matched. In the end, he concluded that the school grass was unparalleled.

Yes smashed his mouth, "It's all men they can't get."

The ramen that He Xiu brought was very magical. He piled up a layer of char siu sprinkled with sesame seeds. He had to pull the chopsticks apart to see the noodles below. The four half-boiled eggs were served single in a small plate, and it looked delicious.

Yes was silent for a while at the bowl of noodles, "Is that aunt in the cafeteria really your real mother?"

The exact same work.

"Eat." He Xiu said, "normal configuration."

The boss brought three boxes of beer out of the warehouse and kicked it to the door. When he passed by, his eyes stood up.

"This bowl is one hundred." He said dissatisfied: "Where is the rich man?"

Yes glanced at him, took out two pink tickets from his pocket and placed them on the table.

"Eat it, eat it." The boss stuffed the money in his pocket, "Buy 10 free of char siu, and He Xiu added two more pieces to him."

After the person left, Yes Feng swept the char siu all into his mouth, chewing it while pushing the bowl, "Waiter, have you heard it, add two more pieces."

He Xiu looked at the boss's back while carrying wine, and whispered, "Flip down."

Ye Si was stunned, then used chopsticks to pull the noodles. There was indeed a layer of meat at the bottom of the bowl, and the portion was no less than that of the one floating on the top.

He Xiu seemed to want to explain, but before he could finish his words, Yes had already slapped the table and laughed wildly, so he buried his face in his arms and couldn't lift it up. The noodle soup spread all over the table.

"I've got it done." He Xiu said helplessly, pulling out a piece of paper from the paper box, folding out a small ear, and "wiping."

Yes took it and bounced his fingers on the little ear, "So can I ask you why you work? And the meal supplements that Hu Xiujie gave you, I feel that your family should not be short of money."

"The family is strictly managed." He Xiu sighed, "Meal supplements are the conditions for the school to dig me out. On the contrary, my parents think that I have no money and have less living expenses. If you want to buy something that you are embarrassed to talk to your parents, you have to find a way."

"Dig you?" Yes was stunned, "Are you a foreigner?"

"Yes." He Xiu nodded, "I was the first in the middle school entrance examination and was dug up."

"..." Yes felt that he was purely unnecessary, but he still couldn't help it, "Then what you meant when you were using money?"

"Three exemptions and one supplement." He Xiu said calmly, "No tuition, miscellaneous fees, accommodation fees, and a meal card worth 1,500 per month."

“…”

Yes never spends more than a thousand in the canteen every month. The school canteen is cheap and cheap. One thousand five is enough to eat, and he also buys daily necessities in the school's small supermarket.

"I'll compare with you." Yes pointed at He Xiu and said seriously, "What a trash."

He Xiu couldn't help but curl the corner of his lower lip, "No trash."

The two of them were silent for a while, and Yes hissed, "It's over? So pale? Is there no convincing evidence?"

He Xiu thought about it after hearing this, "My deskmate, do you count?"

Yes glared at him for a long time, and finally lowered his head and sucked his mouth and sucked for a few bites of noodles, and suddenly he choked with laughter again.

For some reason, he felt very comfortable with He Xiu and his laughter would decrease.

Sometimes it is very magical between people. He can actually get along with a cold and pretentious scholar.

"When will you get off work?" Yes asked, "If you have nothing to do at night, I'll take you to dye your hair."

He Xiu paused after hearing this, "Tonight?"

"Ah." Yes was embarrassed to say that he wanted to study tomorrow, so he said mysteriously: "I have something to do tomorrow."

He Xiu nodded, "Then let me tell my boss tonight and leave at four or five o'clock."

"Okay." Yes ate the noodles in a few bites and pushed the bowl, "I'll go to the hospital to take a look at Master Xing, and beg you."

"By bye." He Xiu watched him leave, looked at the door for a while, then stood up and put away the bowl.

The boss leaned against the stool behind the cashier and looked at him, "Classmate?"

"Um."

"I know Yes, a regular visitor to Yongping Street. But you can't see it. You are even more fierce than him when you are good at studying."

He Xiu didn't say anything, so he sent the bowl into the kitchen and then came out to help the store make up the bill.

The boss came over again, "Study God, discuss something with you. I'll give you an additional salary. The salary will double in two days on weekends. You can be late and leave early. How about it?"

He Xiu finally lifted his eyelids, "But?"

"But you have to do your homework with my daughter." The boss smiled brightly. The middle-aged man always showed this happy expression when he mentioned his daughter. The irritable murderous aura was gone. "The little girl is in the third grade of elementary school. The course is difficult, and her father can't tutor her."

He Xiu didn't really want to deal with girls, especially this kind of little girl movie that goes to heaven and earth. But it was tempting to get late and get a salary increase if you get late and get an early return. He paused, "So doubling means that two hundred will change to four hundred every weekend?"

"I'll give you six hundred." The boss compared eight, "4628, I'll give you two thousand eight a month."

"…The deal was completed." He Xiu said.

He thought about it and said, "It's not easy for you to tutor your girl to the third grade."

The boss sighed and sighed, "Isn't it? The iron Chinese turns into soft fingers..."

He Xiu almost choked to death by the air.

At around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, He Xiu was sitting behind the cashier and reading comics on his mobile phone, when he suddenly heard the sound of a bicycle bell outside the door.

"Teacher-in-law." Yes shouted outside, "Let's go."

He Xiu quickly walked out, Yes rode a shared bicycle, supported himself on the ground with one foot, and changed into a short-sleeved sleeve that was different from the morning, but it was still red.

"Do you want to ride a bike?" He Xiu asked.

"The alley is deep, and the car refuses to drive in. It's too far." Yes said, getting out of the car and pushing the car to He Xiu.

"I know that bicycle station." He Xiu said, "Let's go, I'll go sweep another one, you can ride yours."

"You ride." Yes paused, expressionless, "I don't like riding a bicycle."

He Xiu's expression seemed a little confused, but he was easy to talk to, so he took the bicycle and rode on it. Yes sat in the back seat, tried the height, and lifted his legs, "Just do it like that. Let's go, turn right at the intersection in front, follow the cycling line along the river to Hemiao Road, and then get into the alley. I'll tell you how to walk inside."

He is very skilled in command.

He Xiu didn't ask much, and when Yes sat firmly, he pedaled his bike out. It was no longer hot now, and there was still wind when he pedaled. Yes sat behind him so comfortable that his eyes narrowed. He took a cell phone and took a short video of the shadow of the tree falling down by the way and sent it to the group of the gangsters, with two words: Comfortable.

The group soon became lively.

Song Yi: Where did you look for a rickshaw? I'm cute and I'm riding that one, but I don't seem to be watching it all the time in the past six months.
To be continued...