spend your youth with you

Chapter 737 Stop washing, get up, go home

"Just, just go out and play with Ye Yao... Mom, what do you want to tell me?"

Su Haohao's face was slightly hot, his tone was vague, and he quickly changed the subject.

Jiang Wanyue said: "Don't go, Ye Yao is not here."

"He's not here? Where did he go?" Su Hao asked hurriedly.

"I don't know. He just told me that he was afraid that you would find him later."

Jiang Wanyue didn't expect that Ye Yaohe knew her daughter so well, so she couldn't help laughing.

"……Oh."

Su opened his mouth well, and after a while, he lowered his head somewhat disappointed, turned and went back.

The courage I had finally mustered up was gone again...

in a high-end hotel.

Backstage kitchen.

Crowded and busy, people coming and going, fire, smell of oily smoke.

"Hurry up, the guests at table 28 have urged you several times!"

"Hurry up, what are you eating!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"Arrange the dishes beautifully, if the guests dislike me, I will ask you for problems!"

The potbellied foreman in a suit stood at the door, shouting fiercely.

Seeing the person washing the dishes over there, he raised his hand and pointed: "That surname... What's the name of De! Be quicker, you're waiting to use the dishes. If it weren't for your mediocrity, I would I fired you a long time ago!"

"I'm so sorry, I'll hurry up."

Drew turned to look at him, bent over gently and apologetically.

The foreman looked at him blankly for a while, then turned and left.

Drew turned his head, looked at the plates and cutlery in the two sinks, took a breath, bent down, and continued to pick up a plate covered in meat sauce.

The cuffs of the shirt are rolled up, the hands without gloves are immersed in the cold and dirty water, corroded by the detergent, all kinds of noisy voices are heard in the ears, and the smell of thick oily smoke is in the nose.

A clean gray suit was set aside.

Drew raised his arm and wiped his sweat lightly, washed a plate and put it aside.

"Hey, let me let you let me go..."

Not far away, the waiter who was carrying hot soup shouted and ran over.

Arm touched his.

Drew's hand slipped, and the plate in his hand fell and hit several other plates. There was a "bang bang bang" sound and it shattered to the ground.

"Eh……"

Drew opened his mouth and called out to the young man.

The young man carried the soup and ran out of the backstage without looking back.

The work of the past few days has been in vain...

If one of the dishes here is broken, the compensation will be 100 yuan.

Drew looked at the plate on the ground, shook his head after a while, and slowly squatted down.

Old foamy hands picked up a splinter and put it in the trash.

When trying to pick up another fragment, it was picked up by a slender and beautiful hand.

Drew froze.

He was too familiar with these hands.

It's the young master...

How did he... know he was here...

Drew didn't dare to move as if he was frozen.

"Why do you come here to wash the dishes?" A cold and familiar voice sounded from above.

Drew's eyes were a little warm.

The air was silent for a while.

"Stop washing, get up, and go home."

Just when Drew was about to say something, someone pulled his arm up.

"Master...I..."

Drew's lips quivered as he tried to speak.

Ye Yao's expression remained the same. After so many years, he was already much taller than Drew. He looked down at him, turned his head, and saw the suit he put on the silver bucket beside him, so he turned around and took it over, and put it in his arms .

"Walk."

"Master, no, I..."

(End of this chapter)