I will never give in to Miss Death

"OK then."

Elodie raised her head and said to the male clerk in front of her, "That's all."

Then she turned to me and said, "Hi, Noelle."

I felt a little embarrassed and raised my hand and waved: "Hello..."

The store manager beside him, Ouyang Xue, asked curiously, "Do you know each other?"

"She's mine...my...uh..."

I hesitated for a long time: "My editor."

"edit?"

"Her previous job was as an online novelist, and I was the editor-in-chief."

Elodie looked around the coffee shop, and seemed to have other intentions: "It seems that the interview for the new job went well."

"Online novelist?"

Ouyang Xue seemed to be unable to react for a moment: "Writing a novel?"

"Most of the TV series we usually watch, such as Promotion, Son-in-law, and Love Is Warm, are adapted from online novels."

Elodie seemed to be used to answering similar questions, and blurted out: "One of our little sister Nuo'er's previous jobs was to write online novels."

"I understood."

Ouyang Xue adjusted her glasses: "You mean... I stole your author?"

"Nothing."

Elodie turned around and rarely showed her sleepy face. "Online novel writers are a profession that relies a lot on luck and talent. Even if you were a good writer in the past, it is very normal for no one to read your new book and you to have no income. In addition, our industry doesn't care about appearance or gender, but Nuoer's best feature is her appearance. I think it's a waste of her talent to write online novels. It would be great if she had a formal job. I'm happy for her."

After saying that, Elodie winked at me and said, "Isn't that right, little Nuoer?"

This guy... is he evil?

I thought silently in my heart.

Elodie's appearance is that of a cute pretty girl. Today, she had her hair tied in two ponytails and was wearing casual women's clothing similar to mine. She looked like she was about 18 or 19 years old, completely different from the sharp-tongued queen on the Internet.

But I just couldn't hear what she was really thinking when she spoke.

For example, if I didn't know Elodie before, hadn't worked under this editor for so long, and hadn't seen her ruthless remarks against the authors in the group, just looking at her appearance and listening to her cute girlish voice, I might really think that she was happy for herself.

But she is Elodie! The former poisonous-tongued queen of Yaedou!

I don't believe that she didn't have any "evil" thoughts in her heart when she said these words.

Elodie was my editor, but she lost contact for a while due to the bankruptcy of Yaedo. In order to save myself, I resubmitted my work and became the editor of Rabbit on Miguabao. Then the two websites merged, and my situation became delicate.

I'm not too sure about the specific rules for editors of novel websites, but if I'm guessing correctly, generally speaking, if the editor brings in people and the author achieves something, the editor should also get a certain commission, just like sales.

Then I had a book to update under Elodie, and a novel to write under Rabbit. I was playing two games at once. Elodie might be unhappy, but considering that it is not a big problem for ordinary people to update two books every day with some effort, and I was a pigeon-like author who "cooed coo coo" every day in Elodie's eyes, and I only updated one chapter without fail, she probably wouldn't mind if I could keep updating every day.

But if I find a formal job, the nature of the situation will be different.

Is the only difference between a double weekend off and a single weekend off just one extra day off? I believe that countless workers are very clear about this question.

If an employer only has one day off a week, then I will be busy six days this week. What will I do on the seventh day?

Sleep in.

I sleep until 12 noon, then get up, eat something, and see that the house hasn't been cleaned for a week. I spend a few hours cleaning it, and in the blink of an eye it's time for dinner. After dinner, I think about the anime I've been following this week, and I haven't watched it, played the game, or defeated the weekly BOSS. If I play games for two or three more hours, it's time to go to bed. When I wake up, it's another workday.

But what happens if you have two days off?

I can sleep in on Saturday, clean the house, watch my favorite anime and play games. I still have a whole day on Sunday. Since I have rested enough yesterday, I can get up a little earlier. After I finish watching the anime and TV series and have enough fun playing games, I can go out to socialize or learn various knowledge.

I once dreamed of learning to paint, write novels, and learn Japanese... These things can be learned in my extra days off.

These are two completely different concepts. People who have only one day off a week pass a week in a daze, over and over again. People who have two days off a week not only have a good rest, but also learn new skills. They learn a little bit a week, and gradually, after one or two years, people who have two days off a week have acquired a lot of skills, while those who have only one day off a week are still standing still.

Similarly, if an author is full-time, then after finishing his writing work every day, he can read a book, go online to learn the latest popular novel routines, or scan various novel websites to improve his writing skills. Even if he goes to bed early, he can still get a well-rested brain.

What can a part-time author do? After work, he hurriedly took out two hours to update the novel according to his own ideas. It doesn't matter whether the plot is exciting or not. He just works hard. After writing for a day, he thinks it's over. After several years, there is no obvious improvement in the writing style and plot.

The "fatigue" or "energy" settings in the game are actually referenced from the real world. Each of us has similar fatigue values ​​per day. Going out to work will consume fatigue points, and full-time housewives who endure the crying of children at home will also consume fatigue points. Students in school are tense all day long and follow the teacher's ideas to concentrate on listening to the lectures, and do homework at night, which will also consume fatigue points. No one is better than anyone else in this matter. Everyone is the same, and it has nothing to do with time. Whoever uses up his fatigue first will become a salted fish first.

As an editor, Elodie certainly understood this.

I have a formal job here, and I am so busy every day. Will I still devote my energy to writing novels when I have free time? Of course not - by then I will be exhausted from all my fatigue.

So if Elodie's words "I'm happy for her" were put in her shoes as a sharp-tongued editor, I would think that it would convey a sense of... dissatisfaction and unhappiness.

But Elodie's girlish appearance made me feel contradictory, "She probably didn't mean that." The two extremes made me confused in an instant.

"Um...ah...thank you."

Facing Elodie's words that I didn't know whether to consider as "compliments" or "unhappiness", I could only reach out and grab the hair on the side of my face, twisting it in a circle, trying to get away with it: "I used to...be a waiter, too."

"But aren't we hiring maids here?"

Lu Xinjian seemed to want to say something, but after hesitating for a long time, he turned his head away and looked at the store manager Ouyang Xue: "Are the maids here paid well? Is there 10,000 a month?"

"..."

Ouyang Xue was silent for a few seconds: "I can see that you are the child's friends. Are you here to call him to task?"

Okay, this is all misunderstood.

Seeing Ouyang Xue's thoughtful expression, I could only sigh silently in my heart.

Elodie's inner thoughts were probably what I had guessed just now. As for Lu Xinjian's words... what he wanted to say just now should be something like "If you really need money, I can help" and "You don't have to come here to be a waiter." The conversation at the comic convention at that time made him believe that I was "the sister of the person who donated his daughter's heart" and he had always wanted to "repay" me, but "checking the identity of the donor" itself was illegal, and he couldn't announce so obviously to the public that "I have checked with my connections and Yin Nuoer is our family's benefactor." So he held back his words and turned them into "calling for punishment" against Ouyang Xue.

"No, but I am indeed good friends with Nuoer, she...ahem."

Under Ouyang Xue's gaze, Lu Xinjian explained, "She has helped our family a lot."

"So that's it."

Ouyang Xue didn't seem to want to dwell on this matter any more, and nodded: "You guys sit down for a while, I'll go prepare the kiln chicken."

"I am coming too!"

Feeling that I couldn't stay here any longer, I quickly followed Ouyang Xue: "Please wait a moment, it will be over in a moment!"

"..."

When we came to the kitchen together, I saw the manager took out half a chicken that should have been marinated from the refrigerator next to him.

"I thought you would choose to accompany them over there."

Wearing gloves, a mask, and picking up special food scissors, Ouyang Xue carefully cut the chicken on the table with a knife, took out the seasoning and chili powder from the small cabinet next to her, and began to carefully pour them on.

"Didn't Sister Ouyang say that if I had the chance, she hoped I could learn more about cooking?"

I explained: "They came over to have dinner and wait for me to go back together. I plan to rent a house nearby."

"Ah."

Ouyang Xue nodded to indicate that she understood, and then called me over: "This is how we make the original kiln chicken here. We currently only have two types of kiln chicken: original and spicy. The spicy kiln chicken is made by adding chili peppers and a small amount of pepper to the original flavor. The chili peppers we use are this type."

While demonstrating how to season and process ingredients in front of me, Ouyang Xue pointed to the food cabinet behind her and said, "The things here need to be sorted and placed properly, and the labels must be affixed. Remember to put what things where. There is also a trash can. The trash can is over there. Remember to close the lid after throwing away the trash. Don't move it, especially not too close to the food. Clean it up every morning, noon, and evening. If the food is sold out on the same day and there is still some unsold food when the food transport truck arrives the next day, no matter what it is, all of it must be disposed of."

"Look, look at this. The customer just now wanted more chili, so we put more chili in it, and then wrapped it with aluminum foil, three layers. Look carefully, it's packed like this..."

"One floor, two floors, three floors, it's beautiful like this."

As she spoke, Ouyang Xue quickly entered working mode. She walked towards the machine next to her with the processed half chicken in her hands.

"Press this button for kiln chicken. The one below is beggar's chicken. Dine-in and take-out are different. The standard time for dine-in kiln chicken is 18 minutes. This one is for dine-in, all raw, and roasted from raw to cooked. But take-out has very strict time requirements. Customers who live nearby often only give us and the delivery guy 30 minutes. At this time, we can't really roast a raw chicken for 18 minutes until it's cooked. For take-out, we have to use another half-cooked chicken, and when the delivery guy comes, we heat it for about five minutes before it's out of the oven. The taste will be different, but our main focus is dine-in."

With a "beep" sound, Ouyang Xue put the marinated chicken into the machine and closed the door.

"When we open, we will have a dedicated chef to cook, but the chef will not work all night. If there are customers coming into the store or taking out orders at night, we will have to rely on you."

Perhaps seeing my curious expression, Ouyang Xue continued to explain: "Anyway, remember, hygiene comes first. Take out the trash when it's half full. Check the kitchen three times a day. If the chef does not meet the standards, such as not wearing a mask or gloves, you are responsible for correcting them to avoid surprise inspections by food inspectors. A new store will definitely have many colleagues watching and reporting on it when it opens. Hygiene is the most likely to have problems, so your work as a maid is the most important."

"clear."

I nodded: "Well... Sister Ouyang, what did you do before?"

"Didn't I say that?"

Ouyang Xue turned her head and said, "I am the team leader of the logistics management of Tongmeng.com headquarters. Those people outside are all my subordinates."

Logistics management...what is it?

Is this the property management I understand?

"I don't know how to explain it to you in detail. To put it nicely, I'm a junior administrator. To put it bluntly, I'm a handyman. I'm the head of the handymen."

Ouyang Xue half-jokingly said, "Well, the head office doesn't have anything that needs us recently, so they asked me to take care of this mess."

I didn't quite understand: "Does property management require learning how to cook?"

"If the company needs it, you have to learn it."

Ouyang Xue shrugged. "It's logistics management. When something arrives, we have to count the goods, do statistics, and reconcile accounts. Usually, we have nothing to do. The company wants to make some short videos, shoot interesting things in life, promote a certain department, and do all kinds of messy things. If we don't know how to do it, we will learn it."

"Has Sister Ouyang also learned this at the coffee shop?"

“Learn while you do.”

"This... do I have to learn content outside of work?"

"The salary is good, why not learn? Being a store manager here doubles the salary. I can pay the mortgage this month and have a lot left. I can buy a nice set of cosmetics."

Ouyang Xue sighed, looking like a haggard middle-aged man: "You have brought up all the vicissitudes in my heart. If it weren't for the company's regulations, I would have a cigarette and chat with you about family matters right now."

"Don't... smoking is harmful to your health."

"I don't smoke much, less than one pack a month."

Ouyang Xue sat down on a chair beside her: "Girl, have you ever had a boyfriend?"

Eh?

I was confused by Ouyang Xue's sudden change of subject: "No."

"Single for 18 years?"

"Single for 30 years."

"It's fine. I've been single for 30 years."

Ouyang Xue said with emotion: "In the few years after graduation, I thought about working first and then dating. After squeezing into a big company like Tongmeng.com, I thought that finding a man to date would take up too much time and energy. Maybe my boss would not promote me after seeing that I had a boyfriend and was going to have a child. So I just put all my energy into work, and I've been busy until now."

"Ah ha ha……"

I smiled and said, "I didn't realize Sister Ouyang is such a sentimental person."

"This is not sentimentality. This is a warning from a person who has experienced it all to you, my little sister... How should I put it? It's an exhortation."

Ouyang Xue glanced outside and said, "You are just like me back then. You just entered the society not long ago and put all your attention on work... Of course, ahem, I wasn't as cute as you back then. At that time, everyone in the company called me a tomboy."

But you have a really good figure!

I glanced at Ouyang Xue's chest calmly.

It was confirmed that it was a size that someone else could not match.

"You go and talk to them. It's also the maid's job to make customers happy."

Probably because the chicken roasting machine was gradually getting into gear, the temperature in the kitchen began to rise. Ouyang Xue took off her gloves and mask and said, "By the way, please tell me your height, waist circumference, and shoe size. I'll go back tonight and contact the factory and work overtime to get your maid outfit ready."

tonight?

“Can you make it in one night?”

“There is a template.”

Ouyang Xue said, "Don't make a fuss." "Tongmeng.com has been a listed company for many years. It has cooperated with many factories here. As long as you pay enough, they will make you a crocodile maid suit, not to mention custom clothes that can be made overnight."

"Oh……"

I nodded. "As for me... I measured my height with a ruler before, 139cm, and my measurements are 71, 53, and 78. My bust might be 72, but I'm not sure. My foot length is 21cm, size 32."

The cup size is calculated by subtracting the lower bust from the upper bust, and the resulting value is classified. For example, a difference of 10 cm between the two is an A cup, and a difference of 17 cm is a D cup.

My upper bust is about the same as my lower bust, or it's the smallest AA cup, which is 72 in upper bust and 71 in lower bust. I didn't measure the exact number carefully, but children's underwear doesn't feel tight at all.

I have compared this data online before. According to the information released by various authors, the character closest to myself is Shiseino from the anime "Date A Live".

Shisino's chest, waist and hip circumferences are 73, 55, 78, and her height is 144 cm. My figure is similar to Shisino's, except that my chest is a little smaller than Shisino's, my waist is a little thinner, my butt and thighs are the same, and I'm about 6 cm shorter. There's actually nothing wrong with roughly equating my figure with that ice-type little loli.