The next day, Fang Che received guests as usual. All kinds of people came in and out of her workplace. His boss still came to visit occasionally as usual, and the guests all shouted at her.
So he had no choice but to keep lowering his posture and letting the guests who were in a bad mood beat and scold him.
Today, a regular customer in the store came again. He is a rich man, an uncle in his 40s, a typical middle-aged greasy person. His face is dark and oily, as if it reflects light.
, her hair is disheveled, as if it hasn’t been washed in many years, and her belly is very big, and it looks like she has eaten a lot.
He likes to put a lot of oil on his shoes, and he also likes to wear slim-fitting clothes. The bottom button seems to always pop out, which makes people worried.
His speaking voice was also unpleasant, rough, hoarse, and dull. His voice was very low, resembling the voice of a certain beast, and it was also the kind of old beast that would stick out its tongue covered with yellow moss.
That kind of.
But this kind of person is generally very popular for the simple reason that he gives a lot of money.
After he came in, he asked someone to serve him. This time he was still humane and just wanted to soak his feet. As soon as he said this, several young waiters came around immediately. They were scented with very inferior aromatherapy, which made people smell it.
Feeling dizzy and wanting to vomit, they try their best to dress themselves up to be white and good-looking, because handsome faces always make customers more happy, but most of them have the opposite effect.
They circled around the greasy middle-aged man and kept recommending themselves to him, as if in their eyes, she was a fairy beauty who just needed a bath.
If it weren't for money! That man also hated them. He felt that the smell of perfume made his head hurt, so he drove them away impatiently, just like driving away layers of flies, and finally he didn't forget to curse.
One sentence.
His eyes swept around the whole room, and finally landed on Fang Che, "That young man over there! The one who's a little thin! Yes, that's you! Come here!"
He pointed his finger at him and told him to come over, and he had to obey.
"Hello."
Fang Che, like other waiters, simply said hello.
"Hahaha! Hello!"
The man suddenly became happy and said, "You pretend to look like them!"
Fang Che said nothing.
The man put his nose close and said, "Actually, you don't like serving people like me!"
Fang Che caught a glimpse of his teeth being very yellow, his breath being heavy, and the turbid gas spraying on his face, making him uncomfortable. However, he hid all the discomfort, and his face still had the expression that an ordinary waiter should have.
"Sir, you are very good at joking. Since it is your request, how can I refuse?"
This was nothing to him, he had experienced far more disgusting things.
"Hahaha! That's good!"
He laughed again, like a rooster crowing.
Fang Che led him into a separate small box, prepared a wooden basin for him, and poured hot water for him.
"Come on, kid, help me change my clothes!"
He considered himself a scoundrel and made all kinds of unreasonable demands to him.
"good."
Fang Che agreed meekly.
He walked silently to the man, and the man stood ready to enjoy.
He silently helped the man unbutton his clothes, and very docilely helped him take off one piece of clothing, then his shoes. When he was putting on his slippers, he asked the man to sit down. The moment he took off his shoes, there was a rush of confusion.
The air of competition hit him, and he frowned slightly, then acted as if nothing had happened, and continued to do the work in hand with his head lowered.
"How about it?
It doesn’t smell good!”
That man is really in low taste.
"No, how could it be!"
Fang Che showed an innocent and evil smile.
That's his magic weapon.
"Not bad, not bad, looks good to the eye, and has a good personality!"
He started to praise, but he still refused to put his feet in the basin.
Deliberately fighting with him.
Fang Che's auspicious patience is really nothing to him. He has suffered differential treatment that is ten times more serious than this.
Just smell it, nothing much.
he said to himself.
The man finally agreed to start washing his feet. Fang Che helped him adjust the water temperature, then put his hands in and helped him scrub.
This kind of work is tiring and heavy, and in the eyes of others, it is simply not done by humans.
But he lowered his head and finished the task without saying a word.
From time to time, I would take the initiative to communicate with him.
With your own smile.
"Sir, is this water hot?"
"Do I feel comfortable sitting there?"
"If there is any service that is not in place, you have to tell me!"
He is different from Fang Yan, who has to be picky even when he eats. He does the same thing as everyone else, trying desperately to win favor and communicating desperately. The reason is very simple, just because he can earn more money this way.
, only with money can he leave here and take Fang Yan with him.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
The man was made happy by her, his body relaxed, and she started chatting with him.
"You, boy, are worthy of being the one I chose. You are really smart!"
"I am a regular customer here, and I will need you from now on!"
Fang Che smiled and agreed, he will always be the most obedient one.
After washing the man's feet, the man made another request.
"Your skin is very fair, isn't it?"
Fang Che smiled and nodded.
"Boy, do you think this is good?
Come play a game with me!"
The man's eyes became lustful, but they were not lustful, they were clearly like a poisonous snake looking at its prey.
Fang Che just felt that she was in danger, and she subconsciously wanted to refuse.
"No need to refuse, it's okay! Your boss is my colleague! He will definitely like what you do!"
The man spoke casually, but revealed shocking information.
He has something to do with that old man Ge Hua... Fang Che noticed it very keenly, then he smiled slightly.
"Okay then! What do you want to do?"
"Then take off your shirt."
The man stared at him, his eyes full of amusement, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.
Could it be that... Fang Che suddenly had a terrifying thought in his heart, as his body seemed to be electrified, and his fingers became cold.
It doesn't matter... don't be afraid... it's worth it... He comforted himself in his heart, it doesn't matter... it doesn't matter... "Humph!"
The man sneered twice, his face full of pride.
"How about it boy?
Don’t think too much~” Fang Che looked up at him.
"I'm talking about the top, not the pants! It doesn't matter~" the man laughed after saying that.
"I don't have that hobby yet!"
Fang Che exhaled, not bad, not bad.
"But, we can't stop playing!"
The man had no intention of letting him go.
She walked towards him step by step and looked at the boy.
"You still have to play!"
Fang Che did not refuse, because there was no rule of refusal here. He just looked at the man sitting in the dark, looking at him, as if he was holding something in his hand...