How rude, we are pure love!

The girl's bright voice dispelled the haze like the sun, and her aura was as heroic as that of a god.

Lao Ba...you...

Qingye stared at Hanaijian blankly, then suddenly clasped his hands together in front of the girl and said to himself devoutly, "Thank you so much, Master Hanaijian. Tomorrow I will definitely offer you your favorite food."

Yanaijian glanced at Qingye, smiled and gave him a thumbs-up, as if to say that it was okay, then faced the elder sister and said obligingly:

"Kiyano-kun already has a lot of work to do. If he is asked to take care of the newcomers, he will probably be too busy. So, let me take care of Xiaoju!"

"This...is not impossible."

The older sister hummed, and said hesitantly, "But... Xiaoju's job is in the kitchen, right? You two aren't working at the same station, are you?"

Eh?

Ba Nai's smile froze.

She's kind of a waitress.

*

"Please, please give me your guidance...senpai."

Xiaoju Zhihua just raised her head, then quickly lowered it again, and said weakly that there were only three people of her age left in the office, and she finally felt like she could breathe.

"Hello, I'm Qingye, thank you for your guidance."

Qingye nodded. After experiencing the two losers, his mentality became much calmer and stronger when facing the loser again.

As long as you do it properly, there is absolutely no problem in getting along normally with Miss Loser!

Compared to the two people's unfamiliar and polite greetings, Banaijian seemed much more enthusiastic, even overly enthusiastic, and Qingye was pushed aside.

"Xiaoju, we are now working partners! Let me, your senior, teach you about the working experience!"

The blue-haired girl came close to Xiaoju Zhihua, her whole body shining with bright light, as if she had met her long-lost sister.

Yes, it's a real person! And he's super familiar!

Xiaoju felt like she was going to be blinded by the light, but...Banajian seemed to be sincere?

She stole a glance at the other person's smile and felt a sense of relief in her heart - for someone like her who was socially anxious, she had been in a state of high tension since just now, and the few words she was forced to say were really deadly. Now, when she suddenly met Yang Jiao who could take the initiative to lead the atmosphere, she felt like she was soaking in a warm hot spring.

It’s great that Banaijian is a good person!

The first step to change yourself is a great success!

...

ps: Three thousand words, think about the plot, and write more tomorrow or two.

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034.Banajian: What happened?

Although Qingye nominally had a new 'junior', he was now freer than usual - Banaijian rushed to do all the work of guiding the newcomer, for fear of tiring him out.

This guy has been so gentle to him recently, could it be because of the submission?

Qingye was a little flattered, but he was even more puzzled when he saw the faint smile on Banai's lips. Teaching people is also a job, what's there to be happy about?

"What are you laughing at?" he couldn't help asking.

Banai, who was brushing sauce on the skewers, was suddenly startled. He subconsciously put his masked hand to his lips, as if to confirm whether he was smiling or not. As a result, the sauce on his gloves got on his face.

"This, this is because I am happy to meet my classmates!"

"is it?"

Qingye nodded to show his understanding, then took out a tissue from the table and handed it to her, "Wipe your face."

The blue-haired girl blinked, but didn't take the paper. Instead, she held out her sauce-stained gloves to show him, and said with a bright smile, "I'm not feeling well right now. Can you help me wipe it?"

Ba Nai Jian stared at him straight, with ripples in her bright eyes.

However, Qingye did not act as she expected. He rolled his eyes and placed the tissue next to her. "Just take off your gloves. You can do this little thing yourself!"

Banaijian turned his face away and curled his lips.

As time went by, more and more customers came, and Banaijian had to temporarily leave the kitchen and go to the front hall to take down menus and clear tables. In the end, the two of them had to face each other.

*

While Kiyono skillfully handled the ingredients in his hands, he looked at Xiaoju Zhihua, ready to correct her mistakes at any time - the work in the kitchen is still difficult to get started, or in other words, it is not easy to do anything in this world that can be called good.

His current impression of the girl still remains on the fixed labels such as "the fastest loser legend", "dark literary girl", "brave Goto Ichiri", etc., and he is also hesitant about how to get along with her.

Xiaoju and Banaijian are different, and their personalities are even completely opposite. You can't talk to her too casually, nor too closely, otherwise you might scare her.

But to his surprise, Xiaoju was very skilled in all kinds of processing, grinding a lot of radish, shredding onions, peeling shrimp threads, removing fish bones... Her movements were smooth and there was nothing wrong with them.

Qingye walked over and took a closer look. Apart from the slow speed, he couldn't find any problems. This not only showed proficiency, but also showed carefulness. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Have you studied cooking before?"

"Alas!"

The autistic girl shuddered, and like a little animal, she quietly looked up at him and said shyly, "I, I often cook for my family, so... slowly, I learned it."

"Oh, I see. You did a really good job. If you have any other questions, you can ask me."

Qingye smiled. Every man likes a girl who is good at housekeeping. This made him feel a little more favorable towards the girl, and his attitude became much softer.

He felt much more at ease and began to concentrate on completing the task at hand.

At the same time, Xiaoju Zhihua was secretly observing him.

If we were to say who is the most eye-catching person in this restaurant, it would undoubtedly be Qingye. Although he is younger than her, he is deeply trusted by the adults. His words and deeds also show that he has a good personality. He works seriously and speaks softly, which does not make her feel embarrassed... It would be great if I could become like him!

She was staring at Qingye, and Qingye only felt an inexplicable sense of being watched from behind him. Occasionally, when he turned around, he saw a pair of dark eyes staring at him. If he hadn't been in the hot kitchen, he would have thought he saw a female ghost.

"What's wrong, Xiaoju?" he asked with a headache.

"Study, study and work..." The girl lowered her head again.

Qingye was speechless. If you want to learn, then learn openly! It's not like I won't teach you! But he was really busy right now. He was already sweating profusely, and there was no way he could always be considerate of the girl. Let her watch if she wanted to.

Xiaoju didn't have the leisure to continue observing. The kitchen had turned into the legendary Shura field. The sound of the wok shaking was like a rainstorm hitting a tin roof, the muffled sound of the knife chopping the chopping board was like drumbeats, and everyone's face was filled with anxiety.

"New here! Put these sets of meals on plates and serve them to the guests! Remember to check the receipt!" The chef's shout made Xiaoju tense up.

"Yes!"

*

Working part-time is not as easy as I thought...

After coming out of the stuffy kitchen, Xiaoju, with beads of sweat on her forehead, sighed softly, but this sigh was only fleeting. Feeling that time was running out, she just wanted to finish the work in her hands quickly.

The petite and beautiful girl, carrying a tray of food, came to the front hall at a pace that was almost jogging. Then, she froze in place, her waist and legs weak - people, so many people, all kinds of people were laughing and chatting. Maybe it was her illusion, she just felt that these people were always looking at her.

So scary... When she thought about crossing this road and enduring other people's strange looks, she couldn't help but take a step back. She didn't dare to face people, so she chose the more tiring job in the kitchen.

But now is not the time to think about that.

And isn't she the one who needs to change?

"Table seven, table seven... just go to table seven..."

Xiaoju gritted her teeth and walked into the aisle with trembling hands and feet, her eyes fixed on the front, taking each step with difficulty.

When she came to her senses, she had finally finished this long journey.

The guest is looking at his face.

Strange...why do I feel like I can't see their faces clearly?

Xiaoju put the plate on the table and said intermittently while biting her tongue, "Please, please enjoy your meal."

OK! Done!

She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of happiness at having survived a disaster.

But just then——

"Hmm, I think we ordered the curry pork set meal, not this miso soup and fried chicken?"

The slightly disturbing sound rang in my ears like a huge bell.

Eh?

So... I was wrong?

At this moment, Xiaoju felt dizzy and almost couldn't support her body.

It turns out that "blackness" is not an adjective, but a real feeling.

Such inexplicable thoughts were still emerging in her mind.

"terribly sorry."

She only remembered leaving behind this line, and then ran back in embarrassment with the food tray in her hand.

Xiaoju returned to the corridor of the staff area. The kitchen was not far ahead, but she did not have the courage to tell her seniors who were working hard.

I...screwed it...

What to do? What to do? What to do……

Her hands kept shaking, and at one point, the objects in her hands lost balance. The sound of ceramic breaking was very crisp, and the fragments of dishes scattered on the ground were as fine as her trembling eyelashes. The stains of miso soup stained her uniform and socks, but she did not feel any pain.

When Qingye lowered the oil temperature of the fried shrimp tempura to about 175 degrees for the second time, he suddenly noticed that he hadn't seen Xiaoju for a while. At this time, a subtle sound came from the distance. He frowned, took out the tempura, took off the oil-proof mask, and walked out.

What caught my eye was a girl squatting down and hurriedly cleaning up the debris. Her shoulders looked unusually thin.

"Yes, sorry, Senior... I remembered the curry pork set meal for table seven as fried chicken nuggets..."

She lowered her head tightly, and the toes of her socks, soaked in soup, curled up in her shoes.

Qingye glanced at her. At this time, she was still worried that it was the food that was wrong instead of her thigh that was splashed with soup... Should she be said to be too serious and responsible, or a fool?

"Let me see the receipt," he said.

She handed her the receipt, her fingernails slightly white.

"It's just a small problem. The customer at table seven is a regular and has a child with him. Fried chicken happens to be a child's favorite. I can just give the fried chicken set meal to the boy as compensation and make another one and send it to him."

Qingye smiled. He knew that what was more important than comforting the girl now was to tell her that "this matter can be easily resolved" so that she would not have to worry about guilt anymore.

He went to the kitchen and added a "special golden fried chicken with secret ketchup" to the receipt, and drew a crying chicken wearing a chef's hat in the remarks column.

Xiaoju just followed him subconsciously, staring blankly at him as he kept operating.

When Qingye walked to the seventh table with the tray, Xiaoju behind him began to sweat lightly on her back.

She saw Qingye's unusually gentle smile under the light: "Your additional fried chicken set is ready."

Amid the cheers of the children and the bewildered gazes of the adults, he continued to explain, "This is the restaurant's rule. Dishes that are delivered incorrectly will be remade by the chef and given a free set meal. The crying chicken is the chef's anti-counterfeiting watermark."

"So that's it..."

The man in a suit glanced at the boy beside him who had already lowered his head to eat and smiled, "Thank you so much for troubling you."

Is the matter...resolved just like that?

Xiaoju followed Qingye back to the kitchen in a daze, feeling like her steps were floating.

Qingye looked at her and shook his head helplessly. Newbies are like this. They feel like the sky is falling when they make the slightest mistake...and this is where the responsibility of the seniors comes into play.

"It's break time now, take it."

Qingye took out the ointment from the store's medical box, then took out two ice cubes from the refrigerator and threw them to the girl.

Xiaoju subconsciously reached out to catch it, and the cold touch gave her a shock.

"You got burned by the miso soup just now. If you don't take care of it properly, it will leave a scar."

After leaving these words quietly, Qingye walked out of the lounge.

The two of them are not familiar with each other yet, and the girl will definitely feel uncomfortable in his presence.

Xiaoju lowered her eyes and bit her lip.