It took a long time for Ganlu to adjust himself, then turned around and walked into a pile of plates, feeling a little complicated.
On the one hand, she was a little lucky that at least Li Ziting didn't have to see her washing dishes and Obasan; on the other hand, she couldn't suppress the feeling of loss in her heart. She really couldn't remember when she had offended him.
After all, some time had passed since he thought she was a murderer, and he couldn't possibly still remember someone as unimportant as her.
Is that a matter of knocking over the dinner plate?
It was obvious that he knocked over the plate because he bumped into her, but he actually held a grudge and asked her to wash two thousand plates.
Ganlu had a new understanding of Li Ziting - being petty-minded.
…
Come on, she boasted that she wanted to treat him to dinner in Haikou.
Fortunately, she had been accustomed to doing this kind of housework since she was a child. Ganlu threw away her schoolbag, rolled up her sleeves, took the apron sleeves hanging on the wall and put them on skillfully, and then started to sort the dishes and wash the dishes.
Each plate has to be washed seven times and scalded with hot water.
Ganlu stood at the sink and started to wash the dishes. The warm water from the faucet washed over her hands, and she couldn't help but think of Li Ziting's hands.
Li Ziting is a man with no flaws in his appearance.
His hands are very beautiful, with clear and slender finger bones, and his nails are neatly manicured...
…
As she washed and washed, time passed little by little, and sleepiness gradually came over her. A plate slipped from her hand and broke into pieces.
I have to wash ten more.
Bad luck.
Ganlu thought to herself, dried her hands, took out her mobile phone, and turned on the music player. The powerful rock music came from inside, vibrating in the room, refreshing her.
Ganlu hummed along to the rhythm while washing the dishes, resisting sleepiness.
…
In this way, Manna washed the whole night, carrying hunger and sleepiness until noon the next day before finishing the two thousand dishes.
This is because she is used to doing housework. Otherwise, she might not be able to finish it until dark, and she would starve to death here.
Fortunately, these two days were weekends and she didn't have to go to school, otherwise she would have been absent from school.
…
"Miss, you can go, the menu has been checked off."
The waiter said expressionlessly.
Ganlu dragged her body that was about to collapse and walked out of the 33 Days Hotel step by step. She swore that she would never enter the 33 Days Hotel again in her lifetime...
What kind of hotel is this? It's simply a gold-selling cave.
Of course, if she is asked to work for 33 days, she is very willing. Two thousand plates are worth 40,000 yuan, and she will be exhausted!
…
As soon as she walked out of the gate, Ganlu walked towards the bus stop, and a high-end RV parked in front of her.
The same driver in white uniform came down and opened the car door respectfully, "Miss, please get in the car, my young master will take you home."
Ganlu looked at the car in shock, and saw that Li Ziting was still sitting in the same position as yesterday, and his posture had not changed. A pair of black eyes looked at her calmly.
"Uh... No, no, I can just go home."
Ganlu quickly waved her hand and refused.
"Come up." Li Ziting sat there, looking at her condescendingly, his tone not allowing for refutation.
"No need really! I'm leaving!"
Ganlu ran away with her schoolbag as if her feet were blown up by firecrackers.
"Master, do you want to chase me?"
The driver asked, looking at Ganlu's back as if he was running away in a hurry.
"No."
Li Ziting's voice was cold, and he turned to look at the clumsy figure running towards the bus stop, his face a little hesitant. It took a long time for Ganlu to adjust himself, turned around and walked into a pile of plates, with a somewhat complicated mood.
On the one hand, she was a little lucky that at least Li Ziting didn't have to see her washing dishes and Obasan; on the other hand, she couldn't suppress the feeling of loss in her heart. She really couldn't remember when she had offended him.
After all, some time had passed since he thought she was a murderer, and he couldn't possibly still remember someone as unimportant as her.
Is that a matter of knocking over the dinner plate?
It was obvious that he knocked over the plate because he bumped into her, but he actually held a grudge and asked her to wash two thousand plates.
Ganlu had a new understanding of Li Ziting - being petty-minded.
…
Come on, she boasted that she wanted to treat him to dinner in Haikou.
Fortunately, she had been accustomed to doing this kind of housework since she was a child. Ganlu threw away her schoolbag, rolled up her sleeves, took the apron sleeves hanging on the wall and put them on skillfully, and then started to sort the dishes and wash the dishes.
Each plate has to be washed seven times and scalded with hot water.
Ganlu stood at the sink and started to wash the dishes. The warm water from the faucet washed over her hands, and she couldn't help but think of Li Ziting's hands.
Li Ziting is a man with no flaws in his appearance.
His hands are very beautiful, with clear and slender finger bones, and his nails are neatly manicured...
…
As she washed and washed, time passed little by little, and sleepiness gradually came over her. A plate slipped from her hand and broke into pieces.
I have to wash ten more.
Bad luck.
Ganlu thought to herself, dried her hands, took out her mobile phone, and turned on the music player. The powerful rock music came from inside, vibrating in the room, refreshing her.
Ganlu hummed along to the rhythm while washing the dishes, resisting sleepiness.
…
In this way, Manna washed the whole night, carrying hunger and sleepiness until noon the next day before finishing the two thousand dishes.
This is because she is used to doing housework. Otherwise, she might not be able to finish it until dark, and she would starve to death here.
Fortunately, these two days were weekends and she didn't have to go to school, otherwise she would have been absent from school.
…
"Miss, you can go, the menu has been checked off."
The waiter said expressionlessly.
Ganlu dragged her body that was about to collapse and walked out of the 33 Days Hotel step by step. She swore that she would never enter the 33 Days Hotel again in her lifetime...
What kind of hotel is this? It's simply a gold-selling cave.
Of course, if she is asked to work for 33 days, she is very willing. Two thousand plates are worth 40,000 yuan, and she will be exhausted!
…
As soon as she walked out of the gate, Ganlu walked towards the bus stop, and a high-end RV parked in front of her.
The same driver in white uniform came down and opened the car door respectfully, "Miss, please get in the car, my young master will take you home."
Ganlu looked at the car in shock, and saw that Li Ziting was still sitting in the same position as yesterday, and his posture had not changed. A pair of black eyes looked at her calmly.
"Uh... No, no, I can just go home."
Ganlu quickly waved her hand and refused.
"Come up." Li Ziting sat there, looking at her condescendingly, his tone not allowing for refutation.
"No need really! I'm leaving!"
Ganlu ran away with her schoolbag as if her feet were blown up by firecrackers.
"Master, do you want to chase me?"
The driver asked, looking at Ganlu's back as if he was running away in a hurry.
"No."
Li Ziting's voice was cold, and he turned to look at the clumsy figure running towards the bus stop, his expression a little hesitant.