Chapter 76: Different restaurants

　　 When a person is extremely hungry, it doesn't matter whether he is reserved or not, and his face is shameless. As soon as the young waiter Eller turned and disappeared, the bowl of salty soup was already in his stomach.
　　 Until I finished eating, I didn't taste what the salty soup was made of. I just felt that it tasted good. I even tasted the taste of diced meat in it. Wendell secretly regretted it and knew that I should drink it slowly.
He hasn't tasted meat for almost two months. The owner of this house is really a prodigal. It's nothing more than taking care of the waiter's meal. Even the waiter's meal also contains meat, which is not available to the noble and noble waiters. treatment.
　　 A bowl of salty soup not only didn't relieve the hunger, but made the screaming belly worse, as if the whole stomach was stirred into a ball.
But Eller didn’t lie to him. The food came up very quickly. He had just put down the pickle soup. The young waiter Eller had already returned with a gust of wind. He was still holding a wooden plate in his hand and shouted with breath. Said, "A big bowl of noodles, please use it slowly."
　　 Wendell only then remembered that he didn't even know what the big bowl of noodles was.
　　 big bowl.
　　The bowl is really big. The bulky wooden bowl is three times bigger than an adult's head, and the belly is big and high. Even if it is water, it can hold three or four pounds. It really deserves the name of a big bowl.
　　The white inside is yellowish thin strips, it should be the so-called noodles.
　　 half of the water and half of the noodles, there is still a layer of thick oily flowers floating on it, three to five black dried vegetables, two thin slices of meat, rich fragrance, and drilled straight into Wendell's nose.
At this time, Wendell felt cold behind him, and a bunch of people pushed in. They arrived before they arrived. "Waitress, come here with eight bowls of noodles. Hurry up. Waiting to go to work. Put noodles and less soup, and have enough oil and water. I'm here to bring you new customers. If you fool me and lose my face, don't blame me for not paying for the meal."
　　 "Mr. is really good at talking and laughing. We treat new and old customers the same way. Eight bowls of noodles, more noodles and less soup, enough oil and water, and new and old customers come together."
The young waiter Eller responded brightly, pushing a dish in front of Wendell like a magic, and whispered, "Sir, you eat first. I'll go and say hello over there. This is our buddy ourselves. The salt peas made are not a good thing, but it's good to have a meal."
　　 "Go and work, don't worry about me." Wendell felt numb in his heart. He couldn't deceive himself this time. It was not the fireplace that really made him warm, but the seemingly humble little favors.
There are not many salt beans in the small dish, only 30 or 40 grains. I am afraid that the other party can do the limit, and bears great risks. No boss likes to eat the waiter. Wendell changed hands. So he poured salt beans into his big bowl of noodles.
　　 "This is made by blending wheat noodles and barley noodles." Wendell's previous store was related to food. As soon as I entered it, I tasted the ingredients for the elongated thing.
The taste is not excellent, it is slightly rough and hard. It should be caused by barley noodles. However, considering the price of two coppers, it is normal. If they are all made from wheat noodles, even when the price of grain is normal, Live and die.
The taste of 　　 soup is excellent, especially the dried vegetables and thin slices of pork inside. Wendell was reluctant to take it for a long time.
During this period, the young waiter Eller passed by him again, and a big bone with a fist size fell silently into his big bowl. Although there was only a trace of poor meat on it, it made Wen Wen Del's tears could no longer be restrained from rolling down.
　　 After gnawing the bone clean, Wendell carefully put it in his pocket, unwilling to cause any trouble to the young waiter.
The business of this restaurant is really good. When Wendell finished eating, three or four groups of guests came one after another. Most of them were regular customers. Most of them were large bowls of noodles. A huge coarse-grain steamed bun with two coppers.
　　 It wasn't until Wendell got up to leave to pay that Eller, who was so busy, pulled out again and smiled: "Sir, how's the food?"
　　 "This is the best breakfast I have eaten." Wendell solemnly said, this is not a lie, this is indeed the best breakfast he has eaten in his lifetime, regardless of favor or food.
　　 "It is our greatest aim to make all diners eat well. If you feel good, your husband will come again when you have time. It is impossible for Tongzi to save one for you, but it will definitely make you full."
　　The young waiter has a never-going smile on his face, adding a lot to his not handsome face.
　　 "Yes!" Wendell nodded, and asked awkwardly, "You don't hate me?"
　　 "Hate you? Why do you hate you?"
　　 The young waiter Eller was taken aback, and immediately reacted with a brighter smile.
"I have been a waiter since I was seven. It has been eleven years now. There are not ten or eight bosses I follow. Except for the present boss, you are the kindest and most kind boss I have ever met. Lovers, how can they treat their own people badly? If your store can’t be maintained, I believe you will not go to the point of dismissing me. I really hate it, but it’s not my husband, but this The world."
　　 Eller hesitated and continued.
"If your husband is not too embarrassed, you can ask your children to apply for a waiter here. Your husband has also seen that the business here is pretty good, and the staff is not enough. The salary is not too high. It costs seven or eight coppers a day. It looks like, but two meals a day, morning and evening, if there are some leftovers in the evening, the boss does not mind us taking it home, if I want, I can help to mention it to the boss."
　　 "Thank you." This word is the word Wendell talks about the most today. Apart from this word, he really doesn't know how to express his feelings, "I will consider it."
Since leaving the restaurant, Wendell has been a little confused. He can't remember how to go to work. What I always remember is Eller's proposal. As a neighbor across the street, the restaurant recruits service. How could Wendell not know what happened to him.
　　 He had the same thoughts three weeks ago, but there was a threshold in his heart that he could not step through. The owner of the medical clinic and the restaurant was an Andean.
　　 Although there are more and more Andis people in the capital who have obtained freedom through various means, there are more Andis people who exist as slaves, and the long-standing concepts cannot be changed in a short while.
What's more, the leader of Man Yu just had a head-on conflict with the Andes people. Many generals led the cause of the great turmoil to the Andes people, and their attitude towards the Andes people became even more extreme. Inspire more contradictions and crimes.
　　 Working for an Andisian, this name will definitely make people laugh.
　　 The whole society is like this, Wendell can't get rid of it naturally.
　　 When survival becomes a problem, what is it to be laughed at?
　　 The black flint that I dug up was finally sold to the Andis people, isn't it the same as working for the Andis people in disguise?
　　 Let the eldest and second eldest try tonight, half-and-half, eat to death, as long as the food problem of these two boys is solved, even if they don't have wages, their lives will be much easier.
Wendell felt a lot more relaxed after his thoughts were understood. At the same time, he felt that the two coppers spent in the morning were worth the time. At this point in the past, the stomach that was hungry and grunting was much more peaceful today. He tightened his belt and insisted. By dinner, there is absolutely no problem.
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　　 After Wendell left, the restaurant entered the first busy stage of the day.
　　 Most of the people who came were working-class people like Wendell. Most of them had familiar faces. Even if there were some fresh faces, they were brought by acquaintances. Most of them came for large bowls of noodles and whole grain buns.
Obviously I tasted the sweetness, and the taste is not to say, even if the soup is underwater, even if you have a big appetite, a large bowl of noodles and two whole grain steamed buns can support your stomach. Three coppers can support a day of intensive work. , Is still a relatively cost-effective deal.
　　 "Eller, the boss calls you." Another young waiter called out loudly.
"I see, thank you, come right away." Eller handed the food to the guests quickly, "Sorondo, help me say hello, there are four bowls of noodles, four whole-grain steamed buns, and a plate of salt. Beans, regular customers, have enough."
　　 "Okay, come right now." The young waiter named Sorondo responded.
　　 Eller wiped his hands and feet before going upstairs, and carefully checked his clothes to ensure that he was tidy. His new boss had very strict requirements for hygiene.
In his original words, "In addition to being honest and innocent, the catering industry is not only innocent, but also in large quantities. ~ EbookFREE.me~ Necessary hygiene is also important. This will reduce the epidemic. If you want to continue here, in addition to being diligent and personal Hygiene must be maintained. In the face of a dirty waiter, how can diners have an appetite?"
　　 Eller, who has been a waiter since he was a child, knows that as long as it is his boss, every word should be regarded as the most plausible saying, and observing every rule set by the boss is a necessary condition for a long time.
　　The world is difficult. It is not easy to find a good job, and it is even more difficult to find a job that suits you. Ayl cherishes this very suitable job and strives to do his best.
　　 Eller was anxious, wondering why the boss called himself. He has been here for almost two weeks. He has seen the boss the number of times, but he can count it with one slap, but he hasn't seen the boss's dog as many times.
Eller’s impression of the boss only stays at the level of the other person being a young man, a young Andean, and he can’t tell the specific face. After all, every time I meet, I hurried by, including the time I hired myself. I was cheeky. When he came to recommend himself, the other party didn't even lift his head, and only left the sentence "Leave and try!"
　　 The only thing that impresses is the other person's eyes, which are like stars in the sky, with nothing to hide in front of them.
Unlike most people, Eller does not have much prejudice against the Andes people. This may have a quarter of the Andes blood flow with him, and he has lived in a slum since childhood, and there are many Andes around. People related.
　　 Except for the slight difference in appearance, there is no difference between other people and Manyu people. They also cry, laugh, sad, angry, and worry.
　　I don’t deny that there are some evildoers among the Andis people, but generally speaking, most of them are kind people. Isn’t that the same for Manyu people?
　　 Actually, there are many murderers in Manyu.