Feng Yiping looked back and saw a girl standing next to the sidewalk. Under the dim street lights and the colorful lights of the signs of the porridge shop, she couldn't see clearly. She was vaguely one of the dishes that had just glanced at.

"You are?" he stopped and asked.

"It's you?" the girl walked forward a few steps, "Don't you recognize me anymore?"

The voice seemed a little familiar. Feng Yiping leaned over and looked for a while before he tentatively called out a name, "Wen Hong?"

"It's me, you can't recognize it!" Wen Hong took off the slightly yellowed chef's hat on her head, brushed away the strands of hair stuck to her forehead with the back of her hand, and smiled tiredly.

It’s not that I can’t recognize it, but that I don’t dare to recognize it.

Wen Hong in front of her was really different from the deskmate in junior high school.

She was thinner than before, with a strong smell of oil smoke on her body, and she was not as good as she was at school. She was wearing a yellow, wrinkled shirt inside, and she could clearly see the sweat on her collar. On the outside, she was wearing a thin black cardigan sweater that looked very cheap, with an apron on the outside, and a pair of black rain boots on her feet. She looked old-fashioned and sloppy.

No matter how you look at it, you don’t look like a 20-year-old girl.

What is important is not this. At first glance, she not only looks very tired, but also has deep fatigue in her eyes. This fatigue is not only the result of physical overdrawing, but also the mental strength should also be severely overdrawn. When people see it, they will feel sad.

It was at this moment that I saw Feng Yiping, a male classmate who was not close to me when I was in school, and I had a little more spirit.

"Are you working here?" At this moment, Feng Yiping didn't know what to say.

"Yes," Wen Hong pointed to the dishes around the large plastic basin, and looked up at the girls here from time to time and said, "Dishwasher, where are you, come to have a meal?"

"Feng Yiping, hurry up and find a good seat," Zheng Jiayi and Jin Ling entered the house, there were many people, and they said, but they didn't hear the echo. When they looked back, hey, where is others?

"Where is there," Jin Ling pointed to the way he came.

"Is it okay?" Zheng Jiayi pulled Jin Ling and walked back quickly.

"Your friend is here," Wen Hong looked at the two girls who were walking with Feng Yiping, walking towards this side.

"Wait for me," Feng Yiping said to her, ran over to meet the two. He also took a few steps towards the restaurant they liked. At this time, it would be better not to meet Wen Hong, the two beautifully dressed girls.

"What's wrong? An acquaintance?" Zheng Jiayi looked over there. Wen Hong put on her hat and retreated to the dark place.

"Yes, sorry, Jiayi, maybe I can't accompany you."

"Is there something wrong?" Jin Ling glanced over there and asked.

"Yeah. You guys go back first, don't wait for me,"

"Leave that car for you," Jin Ling didn't ask why.

"No, I'll take a taxi at that time," so late. How can I let the two girls take a taxi?

"I'll give you this car, I'll ask them to drive Coaster over to pick us up, and Xiao Fan will go back with us." Jin Ling said without any rejection.

"Okay," too, at this time, it's really not convenient to take a taxi.

"You go and eat, see you tomorrow," Feng Yiping finished his explanation, and turned around and walked towards Wen Hong.

Zheng Jiayi also wanted to follow her, but was pulled by Jin Ling, "It's so mysterious and still a girl. Do you know what's going on with Sister Jin?"

"Don't worry, he can handle everything. Just think about what to eat later,"

"Oh," Zheng Jiayi was a little unhappy, and looked back while walking, "Is it really okay?"

"Sorry, you should do it, just go and do it. It's not easy to delay your business, I haven't finished it yet," Wen Hong rubbed her hands and said.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if I have not seen each other for so many years. I have met here. It's quite rare. By the way, when will you get off work?"

"It usually takes two o'clock,"

"Is it easy to ask for leave?" Feng Yiping asked.

“Can’t ask for leave,”

As we were talking here, someone was shouting at the washing dishes, "Xia Qiu, what are you doing? I wonder if the kitchen is waiting for the bowl to be used? You are still chatting here, don't you want to do it?"

A young woman with a stern face in uniform came from the back door, holding a badge and holding a notebook in her hand. It seemed that she was talking about Wen Hong.

"Summer and autumn?"

"My name," Wen Hong said, and ran over Feng Yiping, "I'm sorry, the manager," said.

"Is it useful to me? It's when I'm busy. If you don't have a bowl, you'll let the customer grab it with your hands. Why don't you go back soon? Let me tell you, if you happen to this situation again, you'll leave me. There's also a hundred yuan bonus this month."

Wen Hong didn't dare to tell the difference anymore, Mumu nodded, looked at Feng Yiping, and lowered her head to the dishwashers who are now like quails.

The manager even glanced at Feng Yiping a few times. Fortunately, he didn't even scold him. But when he passed by him, he naturally had no good expression and even snorted.

"Manager, I'm sorry, Xia Qiu and I are old classmates. We haven't seen each other for several years, so we just chatted for a while. Can you see if you can make some replenishment? Don't deduct the bonus?"

"So what about classmates? It's working hours now, and it doesn't work if your family comes. Besides, it's our business. Also, this gentleman, if you don't have a meal, don't affect the work of our employees,"

"Sorry, the manager," Wen Hong didn't want her classmates to scold her, so she ran over to apologize immediately, "My classmates will leave immediately."

"Yiping, you go and do it first. I'm fine here. Also, I'm going to work at 10 o'clock in the afternoon. Can you leave the phone?" It seems that Wen Hong really has something to say to him.

Leave? Feng Yiping is not leaving yet.

In addition to being a little more severe and deducting bonuses, this manager can actually gain a strong position. However, after Feng Yiping explained, he was still so unkind, which really annoyed Feng Yiping, a good-tempered person. Don’t treat yourself as a Bao Gong who doesn’t recognize his relatives just because he is not a bad person.

He took out three hundred yuan from his wallet, "Midnight snack, takeout," he glanced at the signboard of the light box standing outside the door, "Ruge, grilled oysters, butter baked raw shrimp, beef sautéed pot, pig red soup, you can do the rest, and my classmate took me to your store to spend, so she doesn't need to deduct the bonus!"

The manager looked at Feng Yiping's money and didn't accept it. Since he was Xia Qiu's classmate, he was just a country bumpkin from another place, and he was still pretending to be a big shot in front of me?

At this time, the driver Xiaofan arrived at the right time and handed the car key to Feng Yiping, "Mr. Feng, car key, don't you really need to drive later?"

"No, I just ordered some late-night snacks. See what else you want and take them back to those at home."

The female manager saw the BMW sign on the car keys and immediately took the money from Feng Yiping with a smile, "Oh, so that's the case? Sorry Xia Qiu, I blame you for wrongly. It's okay. If you chat with your classmates more, the bonus will not be deducted."

She took Xiao Fan in through the front door, probably to inquire about Feng Yiping's identity.

Although the manager said he could chat for a while, Wen Hong still walked towards the back door consciously, "Sorry, I'm going to let you spend money. I'll pay you back this money later. Actually, it's really not necessary. Our manager is actually a little more powerful,"

"It's okay, I just have to buy it too. How long have you been working here?"

Wen Hong was still sitting on a small stool washing dishes, and Feng Yiping squatted aside without hesitation, regardless of the girls and aunts next to him who kept looking at them.

"I just worked here for a few days," Wen Hong smiled bitterly.

“Do you go to work from 10 am to 2 pm every day?”

“I can rest for two hours in the afternoon.”

That's about twelve hours a day. "How much is the salary?" Feng Yiping thought about it and asked.

"My fixed salary is 800," Wen Hong whispered.

"Where is the bonus? Five hundred?"

An aunt next to her smiled and said, "Her ones are the lowest, three hundred yuan."

"Why?"

"I don't have any documents," Wen Hong said, her eyes a little red.

I work twelve hours a day, and I guess I can’t get a thousand yuan after working hard in a month. So what else can I do?

Feng Yiping pulled her up and said, "Go away, stop working, I'll find a job for you."

"Don't, Yiping, the restaurant also has food and accommodation," Wen Hong wanted to pull Feng Yiping's hand away. Seeing the foam in his hand, she was afraid that it would dirty his clothes, so she shrank back.

"Don't worry, I'll provide you with food and accommodation. Where do you live? Take me there now," Feng Yiping said without allowing her to refuse, "Also, do you want to scold your manager's words you usually scold you?" (To be continued...)

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