Legendary Captain

I don't know if it was fate, but the gate that Xingyou 6533 was facing was 42, which was not far from gate 34.

After the engine was shut off upon arrival in port, the three people in the cockpit waited for all the passengers to disembark. When the noise outside gradually subsided, indicating that most of the passengers had disembarked, Zhu Jia spoke first: "Xu Xian, why don't you go down and take a look around the plane? The fuel truck should be here soon."

Before Xu Xian could respond, he noticed that Zhu Jia was about to get up.

Just as Zhu Jia moved, Fang Ying pressed him down with one hand.

"What are you doing?" Fang Ying asked, her face displeased.

Zhu Jia felt a little awkward, as if Fang Ying had seen through his thoughts. He chuckled dryly and said, "Brother Ying, I'll go. Let Xu Xian go refuel; you can rest upstairs. I'll get the cockpit ready when I get back."

Fang Ying was also impatient: "Didn't we just agree on this? What are you meddling in for? How many bowls are you going to eat?"

"I... I'd rather just eat the crew meal, then you don't need to buy me anything." Zhu Jia really didn't want Xu Xian to spend money on him; he still had some pride.

"So you're just watching me eat by myself? How am I supposed to eat? What do you mean?" Fang Ying was still unhappy and even started questioning Zhu Jia.

Good heavens, this guy who's been eating and drinking for free is getting all worked up first. He's shameless, truly invincible!

Xu Xian could tell that Zhu Jia wanted to help him, but since Fang Ying had already made his stance clear, it would seem like Xu Xian had very low emotional intelligence to still let Zhu Jia take the blame.

"Captain, let me go. How much do you need, Captain? Bro, what about you?" Since there's no way to avoid it, there's no point in forcing it.

Fang Ying smiled and said, "You're so sensible! I'll have three bowls."

Three bowls? Aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death?

"I have a big appetite, I'll eat two bowls, and one more, just in case anyone isn't full," Fang Ying explained.

Xu Xian had to admit that Fang Ying was truly "meticulous"!

Xu Xian turned to Zhu Jia, who couldn't resist and also asked for a bowl, making a total of five bowls, including his own. Xu Xian himself didn't want to eat, as the flight included crew meals. But the captain insisted, and he couldn't be the one to stand out.

"Go early and come back early! Oh, and bring your mission briefing; they might check it at the boarding gate," Fang Ying added.

"Understood, Captain." Xu Xian pulled out the mission manual and resumed his errand-running duties.

Since it says it's opposite Gate 34, it's not on the arrival level, but on the departure level. Therefore, Xu Xian can't follow the passengers; he has to go through another jet bridge.

At gate 42, staff were already waiting. Xu Xian knocked on the glass door from inside. Hearing the noise, the staff quickly came to open the door.

You need to check your identification, or boarding pass, when entering and exiting the boarding gate.

After checking his documents, the staff at the boarding gate asked Xu Xian what time he would be boarding. Xu Xian didn't dare to make that decision himself and said he should ask the captain when he got into the cabin.

Xu Xian doesn't make any decisions now; he always goes to the captain. He has no right to decide, nor does he want to, because he's unwilling and unable to take responsibility.

Xu Xian, dressed in a pilot's uniform, emerged from the boarding gate, still attracting the attention of a large group of passengers waiting to board. Xu Xian could even sense some whispers behind him as he walked down the aisle.

For some reason, Xu Xian still felt a little ashamed! After figuring out the direction, Xu Xian headed straight for gate 34.

Sure enough, right in front of gate 34 was a duck blood vermicelli soup shop. It seems Fang Ying had done a lot of preparation!

Inside the shop, Xu Xian was furious when he saw the price list. He knew things were expensive at the airport, but a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup cost a whopping forty yuan! And that was without any extra toppings.

I glanced at the people already dining in the restaurant, and the bowls used for serving soup were all very large. The relatively high price is probably due to the large portions.

Five bowls of duck blood and vermicelli soup, that's a full two hundred!

In fact, on average, Xu Xian's daily wage is only a little over two hundred yuan. But today he has already spent more than three hundred yuan. This is not just a simple matter of working for free; he has even lost more than one hundred yuan of his own money.

This was undoubtedly a devastating blow to Xu Xian, who was already struggling financially.

No matter how painful it was, he still had to buy it! With tears in his eyes, Xu Xian ordered five servings, all of them without any toppings. Even so, the two hundred yuan that disappeared in the wind still made Xu Xian's heart clench.

As I opened the payment code and prepared to pay, my right wrist was grabbed again.

Why does this scene look so familiar?

Xu Xian turned his head, and there was that pretty, delicate face again.

"You really don't understand anything!" Xia Qing smiled and gently patted Xu Xian's hand, signaling him to put down his phone.

When Xu Xian saw Xia Qing, he couldn't help but feel happy. This was what they called "beauty that is pleasing to the eye."

Xia Qing said to the shop assistant, "Give me two! By the way, are there discounts available for flight attendants?"

The shop assistant replied like a robot, "Sure, but we need to check your ID."

"The crew can get a discount?" Xu Xian was taken aback. Was this even possible?

"Didn't you guys tell you?" Xia Qing retorted, "For someone like you who's flying for the first time, you should at least ask more questions!"

Xu Xian was a little embarrassed: "I forgot to ask."

Actually, it didn't matter whether Xu Xian asked or not. Zhu Jia had no idea that flight crews could get discounts.

Many airport shops offer discounts to flight crews, which is a mandatory requirement of the airport. However, most shops won't bring it up unless the crews specifically ask. After all, nobody wants to refuse to make a little more money.

The document the clerk referred to was the boarding pass. After Xu Xian showed it, the bill dropped from 200 to 125. Each serving of duck blood vermicelli soup was reduced by a full 15 yuan—that's an amazing discount!

In this way, Xu Xian barely managed to break even after losing money.

Consider it a wasted day!

"You! Ask more questions if you have any problems." Xia Qing lectured Xu Xian like an older sister: "Back at the breathalyzer station, you didn't know how to do a breathalyzer test, did you? Although I have to call you 'brother' at work, I've been with the company longer than you, so you still need to learn from me in private."

In airlines, most flight attendants call the co-pilot "brother" or "co-pilot brother," regardless of age. So, even though it was obvious that Xu Xian was a newcomer, Xia Qing still called him "brother" in the preparation room. However, once outside the airport terminal, a non-work setting, Xia Qing felt less constrained and became more lively.

At least for good-looking people, others are always more willing to communicate with them.

Xu Xian only benefited from his good looks!