Chapter 2: The first words will be the quirky little hospitality of Tiramisu

"One, two, three." Zhang Lei favored his eyes and threw the dice into a pen holder on the table.
The parabola draws beautiful radians.
The dice settled down for a while, and there was a bang in the store, crisp and crisp.
Xiao Erfu's amount, "Oh, sell it, break another one."
"It's time to get off work, let's go." Zhang Lei said.
Xiao Er raised his wrist and looked at his watch. He stunned: "Because of your boss' frugality, there is nothing like the time display in your office, and I haven't seen you look at your phone. What time do you know? After a trip back, boss, are you psychic? "
Zhang Lei laughed: "After three days, it is customary that she must break a dish before she is willing to get off work."
Xiao Er's Universe finally broke out: "God, why did you hire her, I never found you have such a masochistic constitution."
The degree of anger in this remark is not too bad to ask "why do you want to marry her?" In order to calm down the anger of the beloved employees, Zhang Lei made a contemplative co-operation, but the corner of his mouth inadvertently evoked a smile.
It would be an accident to ask that person.
That day, the coffee shop was about to snooze, but she broke in.
"I'm applying for a waiter." She tilted her head and looked at the job advertisement in her hand. After thinking about it, she seemed to finally pick the one who was competent, and then she decided.
"Take a bit of it." He glanced at her, not beautiful, but with a frown on his face, very pleasing.
She was a little surprised. "The waiter also needs special skills?"
He said lightly: "Miss, please."
She said, "Well, I'll be Tiramisu."
There was a suspicion in her eyes, and it seemed to be him who made trouble out of no reason.
Until now, he hadn't figured out why he had invited a little host who could make a tiramisu but broke the jar.
Tiramisu, the second small society, the dim sum club in the store, of course, he too.
That day, her tiramisu even made a little bitter, but he tasted the miss. It's self-righteous, isn't it?