In the first day of the junior high school, he always felt that he could endure hardships, but today when he got off work from the car road, he really felt very tired, at least he was more tired than when he was cleaning the sanctuary in the boxing gym. After all, he worked all day.

When Yan Hang got home, he hadn't returned yet, so he lay on the sofa. Fortunately, he would rest tonight and didn't have to go to the cafe to work evening shift.

In fact, he saw that the employees were not as tired as him. He probably because he was a newcomer and a summer job, so he threw all the work that the employees were unwilling to do, washed the car and moved things and ran errands. He had never had time to have lunch on this day.

However, the food is OK. The aunt who cooks is willing to put meat in the fried vegetables.

During dinner, Brother Liu also asked him to eat together. He kept his stomach for dinner with Yan Hang, but he didn't eat. He was busy all afternoon and was very hungry now.

When Yan Hang came back, he was so hungry that he fell asleep.

I woke up when I heard Yan Hang cooking in the kitchen.

"When will you come back?" He jumped off the sofa and ran to the kitchen.

"Twenty minutes ago," Yan Hang handed him a large plate of fried rice, "Eat quickly, I see that you are hungry."

"No today, don't you make a big meal?" asked Chuyi.

"This is a big meal," said Yan Hang.

"The fried rice is also big..." Chu Yi said without hesitation, lowered his head and took a spoon and pulled it into his mouth for a few bites, and then he was stunned, "It's delicious!"

"Just make corn soup later," said Yan Hang.

The ingredients in the fried rice are very good. I studied them while eating them on the first day of the New Year, including onions, carrots, green beans, scallions, eggs, pineapple and shrimps... and his familiar buttery aroma.

"That's how to mix, ingredients." Chu Yi said.

"Well, put all the remaining ingredients that are not enough to cook separately," Yan Hang said, "clean the refrigerator and store goods."

"...Oh." Chu Yi was stunned.

This should be made by Yan Hang casually, but now Yan Hang's level is that he can clear the leftovers in the refrigerator at any time. He sat on the sofa with great emotion: "You go and open it, just a store."

"No." Yan Hang answered very simply.

"Why?" Chuyi asked.

"It's too tiring," said Yan Hang. "I can't be so worried. I don't want to work hard. I can't stand the foreman, and I still open a store."

"I see our auto repair shop, and the board is quite idle," Chu Yi said while eating, "I haven't seen anyone for a day."

"You are really a standard foolish person," Yan Hang quickly cooked the soup, took it out, sat next to him and started eating fried rice slowly, "How are you doing today? Are you tired?"

"Well, it's good to wash, a good car." Chu Yi nodded.

"Don't you have a chance to check out the car repair?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," Chu Yi shook his head, "keep washing, wash the car and then run errands."

"It's okay, just one day," Yan Hang put a big shrimp on his plate, "How about my colleague?"

Chuyi thought of the one who sprayed his face several times, named Aqi. I don’t know why he called him such an ugly title. Chuyi wrote his name several times as sneezing. Fortunately, there was no communication. Otherwise, after the fight of squirting, he would call people sneezing, and I guess he would have to get up on the spot.

"Why? Not friendly?" Yan Hang turned his head.

"There is one, one is not friendly," said Chuyi. "There is one brother Liu, who is very good, but I won't pay much attention to me."

"Normal, a temporary worker among temporary workers," Yan Hang touched his head, "Just just think it's going to study."

"Yeah." Chu Yi slap two fried rice, "Today there is a customer, a customer, who wants to wash the car and sound control."

"What?" Yan Hang didn't understand.

"Wash here, rinse, rinse there, wipe, here," Junior High School imitated Li's board, "No, don't have dust, there are mud ideas..."

Yan Hang smiled and said, "The car is pretty good."

"Chunyang is the most, my beloved car," said Chuyi, "I will take photos and send them to him tonight."

"Next time this customer goes, you will ask Zhou Chunyang to go and wash it, he will definitely be happy," said Yan Hang.

On the first day of the Chu Dynasty, I had a few big bites of rice.

Zhou Chunyang is a food, drink and have fun, so he will definitely not come to wash the car, especially if he is so dirty that he is like this.

When Chuyi looked at the car in front of him, if Li Baiban had not gotten out of this car, he would not have seen that it was the one he had yesterday who was afraid of touching.

But it was quite strange. Li Baiban carefully treated his car like that, and could tolerate the car being so dirty, covered with yellow mud, and the license plate was specially made, otherwise he would not be able to see the number.

"Your car is overturning the ditch, right?" Brother Liu was shocked.

"No," Li ban looked sad, "According to accident, hurry up and wash it to see if the paint has fallen off."

"Waste the mud off," Brother Liu sighed, "Your paint will definitely be polished and you can see if it can be saved after polishing it."

"Hurry up." Li ban said.

The mud on the car was already dry, and Chuyi and Brother Liu were wet with water, and they could use spray guns to rush down.

"Yes, right?" Li lit a cigarette while waiting for the mud to soften and sat next to him, "Come here and chat."

When I saw that he was standing next to the car, he didn't move.

"Can't chat during working hours?" Li ban asked.

"What are you talking about?" Chuyi asked.

"...Can chat still determine a topic? That's called conversation." Li ban said.

"What are you talking about?" Chu Yi asked again.

Li  Ban was stunned, and smiled with a cigarette in his arms. After a long time, he sighed: "Count it."

 It was the first day of the junior high school and turned around and continued to look at the car.

Today, Li Baiban's car was cleaned with three cars. Brother Liu was very depressed: "We are really losing money when washing your car."

"What's the loss? Isn't it still charged?" Li ban said.

"I would rather wash three cars for a fee," said Brother Liu. "Your car will be polished with a little wax in a while. It's pretty good, there are no particularly obvious scratches, look."

"No," said Li ban, "I can't bear it."

Brother Liu looked at him and said, "Don't you rub it?"

"Hurry up, polish!" said Li ban.

Chu Yi held back his laughter and stood beside him with a serious face. Brother Liu threw the car key to him: "Drive the car over and polish it."

The first day of the junior high school is a little embarrassed: "I won't open."

"Don't you drive when you learn auto repair?" Brother Liu said, and after that, he returned, "Oh, you are not old, are you?"

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"So young?" Li ban looked at him in surprise, "Sixteen? Seventeen?"

After the first day of the junior high school, Brother Liu had already gotten into the car and wanted to drive the car over to the beauty side of the car. He quickly followed him.

"I'll be my turn." Li Chingban sighed after him.

In the first semester of junior high school, I learned repairs and maintenance of various auto parts in the last semester. I learned some car beauty this semester, but the opportunity to practice is not very good. At this moment, he doesn't want to talk to Li Ban, just want to stare at Brother Liu, hoping that he will have the opportunity to give himself a try.

"It's quite simple," said Brother Liu while putting waxes on it. "Good people buy a polishing machine at home and then get it. You can master it after trying it a few times."

"You let him try it." Li ban said.

Brother Liu suddenly turned his head: "What?"

"I said you let the first grade of junior high school try, don't you say it's simple," said Li ban.

"I'll let him try someone else's car," said Brother Liu, "Your car is better."

"It's okay." Li ban said.

I saw him in the first day of the junior high school.

Li ban smiled at him, but didn't say anything.

"I'll try?" Chu Yi whispered.

"Take it slow," said Brother Liu.

"Yeah." Chu Yi responded.

Yan Hang's cell phone was shocked in his pocket. He probably sent a message from the first day of the New Year, but he didn't have time to read it now.

He was preparing ingredients for the chef and had to initially process the ingredients. The chef had a good temper and smiled normally and spoke gently to anyone, but if he had to make a mistake, he could definitely describe it as a slightest bit of it when he scolded someone.

Yan Hang did not make any mistakes under him, but he would not be distracted every time he would not even check the various seasonings on the operating table.

He was very proud. He didn't let him start from peeling potatoes when he arrived in the kitchen, but he just had a few days of mess. But he was in this position a bit too short, and the reason was that he remembered the habitual order of the chef's seasonings and put them on it casually. The chef suddenly felt that he was a person with a heart... For this reason, if he wanted to convince others, he could not find any fault.

Until this big bus was finished and he could take a short rest, he walked outside and took out his cell phone to watch.

When he went out today, he told the first day of junior high school to take a photo to see. The first day of junior high school took the photo and sent it over.

In fact, he could imagine what kind of uniform it was, which was less beautiful than the uniforms in their kitchen.

But the temperament of the first grade of junior high school... is quite suitable for such clothes.

Black work pants with yellow strips and ordinary black T-shirts, probably because they have been doing the work of a car washer, so they wear pairs of rubber shoes on their feet.
To be continued...