During working hours, my butt can barely touch the bench, and I can walk a full 20,000 steps a day.
It's nothing to carry a plate of food. My arms are shaking after carrying it for a long time, especially the soup pot, which is as heavy as a hammer.
Since going to work, she has hardly seen Fu Yingcheng, and their schedules are completely different.
Normally, her communication with Fu Yingcheng focused on meals, but now she was working during meals. She was still sleeping when Fu Yingcheng left home, and it was very late when she came back. People seem to have become roommates who have no interactions with each other and only occasionally meet late at night.
That night, Fu Yingcheng walked out of the study and saw Ji Fanling just entering the house, changing his shoes, walking towards the corridor with drooped eyelids, frowning slightly: "It's almost a little late."
"You don't have it either. " Sleep?" Ji Fanling yawned, looking tired to the naked eye.
"It's better than sleeping and being woken up by you again."
Ji Fanling stopped and turned around, his brain spinning slowly.
Fu Yingcheng seemed to mean that he stayed awake because he was waiting for her.
"How is that possible?" Ji Fanling said, "I won't make any sound."
"Are you sure?" Fu Yingcheng's slow and lingering voice rose slightly.
Ji Fanling was not so sure again.
Could it be that she often disturbed Fu Yingcheng before?
"There was a table of guests having dinner and drinking, and it ended late. The last bus of Route 3 was around 10:20, and I didn't catch it."
Ji Fanling explained, "So I had to transfer from Route 19 to Route 7. If I didn't get home at 11 o'clock, it means I missed the last train, so you can just close the door and sleep..." she said with some difficulty.
She lives in Fu Yingcheng's house and wants Fu Yingcheng to accommodate her habits, which is a bit outrageous.
Fu Yingcheng's eyes were dark.
He used to think that this job was quite safe and barely bearable. This was based on the premise that Ji Fanling could take the No. 3 bus from Jixing Street directly to his home community.
At this point in the night, she was taking the bus outside alone and walking at night?
"I have experience." Ji Fanling was still performing with him. When she held the slippers in her hands and only wore socks, she could sneak silently.
The girl tiptoed a few steps and raised her dark eyes: "Can you still hear me?"
Fu Yingcheng's eyes fell on the white socks she stepped on the cold floor tiles. His eyes moved slightly and he looked away: "It's better to wear shoes."
"Impossible." Ji Fanling was confused.
"Instead of thinking about this," the man interrupted calmly.
"...Why don't you come back before I go to bed."
*
She said it was "before going to bed," but Ji Fanling felt that Fu Yingcheng actually slept very late. Every time she got home, Fu Yingcheng was working.
Even so, she still tried to come back as early as possible.
In the blink of an eye, Ji Fanling gradually got started with the work over the past two weeks.
She is also a loner at work and doesn't communicate well with others.
Among these clerks, the one she could speak a few words to was a girl named Lu Yan, who had just entered her sophomore year and was working part-time in a work-study program. She was dark and thin, a head taller than her, and had started working half a year earlier than her.
Lu Yan thought they were of the same age and often came to Ji Fanling to share the table during lunch break: "You look like a high school student, are you really nineteen years old?"
Ji Fanling: "How old are you?" "
03."
Ji Fanling couldn't help shouting: "You are a brat born in the 2000s."
Lu Yan: "..." It sounds like you are born in the 1990s!
The two of them were eating the lunch box that was distributed in the same box. A girl with slanted eyes, a ponytail, and yellow highlights walked into the room and said in a sharp voice: "The new guy hasn't finished eating yet? The kitchen is short of people to skewer the skewers." Go help."
Ji Fanling paused with his chopsticks and raised his eyes coldly.
The person who came was Huang Lili, the foreman, who was above the waiters like Ji Fanling. She was mainly a supervisor, keeping an eye on their work and preventing them from being lazy.
But the work of the chef is not within the scope of Ji Fanling's responsibilities.
What's more, it's still lunch break time.
"Sister Lili, we have just started eating." Lu Yan apologized.
"I'm not calling her you," Huang Lili glanced at her, turned around and called her by name, "Ji Fanling, what are you doing standing still?"
Ji Fanling said nothing, collected the lunch box, and went directly to the kitchen.
Sitting aside, Lu Yan couldn't swallow and looked at Huang Lili's face: "Sister, did Fan Ling do something that you don't like?"
"Do you think everyone is as honest as you?"
Huang Lili rolled her eyes. She rolled her eyes, "Can't you tell that the clothes she's wearing are the same brand as mine?"
"Lin...d...Lindberg," Lu Yan stuttered out, "Then, how much does that cost?"
Huang Lili gestured arrogantly. number.
Lu Yan was shocked: "Huh? She turns out to be so rich!"
"So you are stupid, you must be a copycat! If you have the strength to buy the real thing, how can you come here to serve the plate?"
Huang Lili sneered: "Have two pheasants in the butt ? Mao thought she was a phoenix, but I can't bear to see her wearing fake clothes and pretending to be fat in front of me!"
Lu Yan fell silent.
*
Ji Fanling knew that Huang Lili hated her, but she didn't know why and she didn't care.
Just like some dogs love to bite people, there are also people in this world who are bitchy for no reason. Moreover, the division of labor in the food stalls itself is very vague, and the labor force is fully squeezed. The waiters not only have to clean, but also have Sometimes I have to wash dishes and vegetables.
If she was exhausted from working more, Huang Lili could only make her unhappy and had no power to tell her to get out.
What's more, Lu Yan quietly told her that Huang Lili was the niece of the food stall boss Zhao.
...There is no point in appealing, she will only be the one to go.
Although he promised Fu Yingcheng to go back early, Ji Fanling sometimes couldn't help himself.
Two days later, when it was time to get off work at 10:30, the girl stood at the stall and watched the last train leave the platform.