When a person is very hungry, it doesn't matter whether he is reserved or not, and he loses his face. As soon as the young waiter Aile turned around and disappeared, the bowl of salty soup was already gushing into his stomach.
Until I finished eating, I didn't taste what the salty soup was made of. I just thought it tasted good, and I actually tasted the taste of diced meat in it. This made Wendel secretly regret it. He should have drank it more slowly if he had known earlier.
He hasn't tasted meat for almost two months. The boss of this restaurant is really a prodigal son. He only cares about the waiters' meals. Even the waiters' meals contain meat. This is something that even the waiters in the Lord's noble family don't have.
treatment.
A bowl of salty soup not only failed to relieve hunger, but actually made the growling stomach grow even louder, as if the whole stomach was in a mess.
But Ai Le did not lie to him. The food came out very quickly. Not long after he put down the pickle soup, the young waiter Ai Le came back like a gust of wind. He also held a wooden plate in his hand and shouted angrily.
He said, "This is a big bowl of noodles, please use it slowly."
Only then did Wendell remember that he had no idea what a big bowl of noodles was.
Large bowl.
The bowl is indeed very big. The heavy wooden bowl is three times larger than an adult's head. It has a large belly and high rim. Even if it contains water, it can still hold three or four pounds. It is indeed worthy of the title of big bowl.
The white and yellowish thin strips inside should be the so-called noodles.
Half water and half noodles, with a thick layer of oil floating on it, three or five dark dried vegetables, and two thin slices of meat, the rich aroma penetrated directly into Wendel's nose.
At this time, Wendell felt a cold feeling behind him, and a group of people pushed in the door and came before anyone came. "Waiter, please bring eight large bowls of noodles. Hurry, I'm waiting to go to work. There are so many people."
Put less soup in the noodles and more oil and water. I am here to bring you new customers. If you fool me and lose my face, don't blame me for not paying for the meal."
"Sir, you really know how to joke. Treat us new and old customers the same. Eight big bowls of noodles, more noodles and less soup. There should be enough oil and water. New and old customers come together."
The young waiter Elle responded brightly, while pushing a plate of dishes in front of Wendell like magic, and whispered, "Sir, you eat first, I'll say hello over there, this is our waiter himself
The salted beans are not a good thing, but they are good with rice."
"Go and do your work, don't worry about me." Wendell felt his heart numb. He couldn't deceive himself this time. What really made him feel warm was not the fireplace, but these seemingly inconspicuous small favors.
There weren't many salt beans in the small dish, only thirty or forty. I'm afraid it was the limit of what the other party could do, and it was a huge risk. No boss likes a waiter who eats everything. As soon as Wendell changed hands,
Then he poured the salt beans into his big bowl of noodles.
"This is made of wheat flour and barley flour mixed together." The shop Wendell used to run was related to grains. As soon as he entered the mouth, he could taste the ingredients of the long and thin things.
The taste is not very good, it is a little rough and hard, which should be caused by barley flour, but considering the price of two coppers, it is normal. If it is made entirely of wheat flour, even in the normal season when food prices are
Pay for your life and death.
The taste of the soup was excellent, especially the dried vegetables and thin slices of meat. Wendell was reluctant to eat it.
During this period, the young waiter Aile passed by him again, and a big bone as big as a fist fell silently into his big bowl. Although there was only a pitiful shred of meat on it, Wen Wen was shocked.
Del's tears could no longer be restrained from rolling down.
After chewing the bone clean, Wendell carefully put it into his pocket, unwilling to cause any more trouble to the young waiter.
The business of this restaurant is really good. By the time Wendell finished eating, three or four groups of customers came one after another. Most of them were regular customers. Most of them ordered big bowls of noodles. Occasionally, if they had a good appetite, they would add more noodles.
A huge coarse-grain steamed bun worth two copper coins.
It wasn't until Wendell got up and left to pay that Eller, who was so busy that he couldn't touch the ground, pulled away again and said with a smile: "Sir, how was the food?"
"This is the best breakfast I have ever eaten." Wendell said solemnly. This was not a lie. This was indeed the best breakfast he had ever eaten in his life, regardless of the relationship or the food.
"It is our biggest goal to make all diners eat well. If you like it, please come back when you are free. It is impossible to save you a copper, but it will definitely make you full and happy."
The young waiter had a smile that would never disappear, which added a lot of color to his not so handsome face.
"Yes!" Wendell nodded and asked in a strange way, "You don't hate me?"
"Hate you? Why do I hate you?"
The young waiter Elle was stunned for a moment, then he immediately reacted and his smile became even brighter.
"I started working as a waiter when I was seven years old. It has been eleven years now. I have followed eight bosses if not ten. Apart from my current boss, you are the kindest and most benevolent boss I have ever seen. You are not stingy with others.
How can a caring person treat his own people badly? If your store really couldn't survive, I believe you wouldn't have gone to the point of firing me. I do hate you, but it's not Mr. you that I hate, but this person.
The way of the world."
Elle hesitated for a moment and then continued.
"Sir, if you don't feel embarrassed, you can let your children apply for waiters here. I have also seen that the business here is generally pretty good, but the manpower is a bit insufficient. The salary is not very high, only seven or eight coppers a day.
It looks like, but we have two meals a day, morning and evening. If there are some leftovers in the evening, the boss doesn’t mind if we take them home. If you are willing, I can help mention it to the boss.”
"Thank you." This word was what Wendell said most today. Apart from this word, he really didn't know how to express his feelings, "I will consider it."
Since leaving the restaurant, Wendel has been a little confused. He can't even remember how he went to work. What he keeps thinking about is Eller's proposal. As a neighbor with only one street across the street, the restaurant recruitment service
How could Wendell not know what happened?
He had the same idea three weeks ago, but there was a threshold in his heart that he could not cross. The owner of the medical clinic and restaurant was an Andis.
Although more Andis people have gained freedom through various means in the territorial capital, more Andis people exist as slaves, and the concepts formed over a long time cannot be changed in a short time.
What's more, the Manyu military leader had just had a head-on conflict with the Andis people. Many people attributed the general's great turmoil to the Andis people, and their attitude towards the Andis people became even more extreme. As a result
Inspiring more conflicts and crimes.
Working for an Andisian, if the name spreads, it will definitely make people laugh.
The whole social atmosphere is like this, and Wendell cannot get rid of it naturally.
When survival becomes a problem, what does it mean to be laughed at?
The black flint that I dug out was eventually sold to the Andis people. Isn’t it the same as working for the Andis people in disguise?
I'll let the eldest brother and the second child try it tonight. I'm a half-little boy and I'll eat him to death. As long as the food problem of these two boys is solved, their lives will be much easier even if they don't get paid.
After the idea came to mind, Wendell felt much more relaxed. At the same time, he felt that the two coppers he spent in the morning were worth it. At this time in the past, his stomach was already growling with hunger. Today, he is much calmer, tightens his belt, and persists.
Until dinner, absolutely no problem.
…
After Wendell left, the restaurant entered the first busy phase of the day.
Most of the people who come are working-class people like Wendell, and most of them are familiar faces. Even if there are occasional unfamiliar faces, they are brought here by acquaintances, and most of them come for the big bowls of noodles and coarse-grain steamed buns.
It was obvious that he had tasted the sweetness, not to mention the taste. Even if he drank the soup with water, even if he had a big appetite, a big bowl of noodles and two coarse-grain steamed buns could still hold up his stomach. Three coppers paid for a day of high-intensity labor.
, it’s still a relatively cost-effective deal.
"Eller, the boss calls you." Another young waiter greeted loudly.
"I know, thank you, I'll come right away." Aile quickly handed the food to the guests, "Sorondo, please greet me. There are four large bowls of noodles, four coarse grain steamed buns, and a plate of salt here.
Bean, a regular customer, the quantity must be sufficient.”
"Okay, come right away." The young waiter named Saurondo responded.
Eller wiped his hands and feet before going upstairs and carefully checked his clothes to make sure he was clean. His new boss had very strict hygiene requirements.
In his original words, "In addition to being honest and generous in the catering industry, necessary hygiene is equally important, which will reduce the spread of epidemics. If you want to continue working here, in addition to being diligent, you must maintain personal hygiene. Faced with
How can diners have appetite with a dirty waiter?"
Elle, who has been working as a waiter since he was a child, knows that every word his boss says should be taken as a wise saying, and abiding by every rule set by his boss is a necessary condition for long-term business.
The world is difficult, and it is not easy to find a good job, and it is even more difficult to find a job that suits you. Eller cherishes this job that is very suitable for him and strives to do his best.
Eller was uneasy, wondering why the boss called him. He had been here for almost two weeks, and he could count the number of times he had seen the boss with a slap of his hand. He didn't even see the boss's dog that many times.
Eller's impression of his boss was only that he was a young man, a young Andisian. He couldn't tell the specific face. After all, every time they met, they passed by each other in a hurry, including the time when he hired him. He was shameless.
When he came to introduce himself, the person didn’t even raise his head and just said, “Stay here and give it a try!”
The only thing that impressed me deeply was the other person's eyes, like the stars in the sky, everything was invisible in front of them.
Unlike most people, Eller does not have much prejudice against Andis people. This may be because he is a quarter of Andis blood and has lived in a slum since he was a child. There are many Andis people around him.
It’s about people.
Except for some slight differences in appearance, there is no difference from the Manyu people in other places. They can also cry, laugh, be sad, angry, and worried.
There is no denying that there are some evildoers among the Andis people, but generally speaking, most of them are kind-hearted people. Isn't this also true of the Manyu people?
To be honest, there are quite a few murderers among the Manyu people.