Fang Yin stood at the entrance of the hospital. When he saw Xiang Xi coming out, he raised his camera and took two photos, and then came over and asked, "I'm in a good mood?"

"Well, that's fine." Xiang Xi said, and stepped onto an electric car parked on the side of the road. The car belonged to the boss. It was all about delivering food, buying vegetables, and running errands. It was just too broken. It was not much faster than walking when driving, and it was even slamming all the way, like a band.

"Why are you in such a good mood?" Fang Yin asked, "You are so tired from work. I feel uncomfortable when I see your attic in the morning..."

"So," Xiang Xi turned his head and looked at him, "You, and those who are looking at the photos, will never understand my current mood. There are high happiness, low happiness, and low happiness, and different goals. However, some people just want to see the pain of living at the bottom. If you think I can't take what you want, please change people as soon as possible."

"No," Fang Yin smiled, "It's pretty good. I have to follow you if I say these words to you."

Xiang Xi was in a good mood, and he had been doing well for many days.

The work every day is not easy. He doesn't have to care about the work in front of the stove, but he is all the others. He is very tired and dirty, but it makes him feel at ease. The boss is also good. He has only worked for less than a month, and the boss still calculates his salary for a month at the end of the month.

Moreover, he could go to the hospital from time to time. When Cheng Boyan was in the inpatient department, he would go over to chat, and occasionally he would go to the outpatient clinic and sway outside Cheng Boyan's clinic.

Because he was in a good mood, he didn't bother with Fang Yin, who appeared in front and behind like a spy every day when he got up early and went to bed late every day, hoping that he would appear with a bitter face.

He felt that it was good for Fang Yin to work here. Fang Yin would come in two days, and then he asked for a casserole rice in the store while observing him.

"You've almost eaten all the dishes here," Xiang Xi put the casserole in front of Fang Yin, "Why do you write a copy of the casserole rice with the same idea?"

"Maybe I will open a store in the future," Fang Yin said, and looked at the store again, "making a clean and clear environment."

"There must be no business," Xiang Xi said. "The food here is messy. Looking at the unique feeling of the past, you can tell it is an old restaurant and it tastes good."

Fang Yin thought for a while: "There is some reason."

The proprietress's casserole was almost gone. Xiang Xi was about to go to the kitchen to take out some. Someone behind him shouted: "Two servings of bacon, add eggs!"

"Okay, wait a moment!" the boss responded.

When Xiang Xi heard this voice, he suddenly became frozen in place and did not dare to look back to confirm.

"The doctor said I want to supplement my nutrition now," a female voice said dissatisfiedly, "You'll take me to eat this thing?"

"Eat something at noon and take you to have some good food tonight." The man said.

Xiang Xi did not continue to listen, and lowered his head and walked quickly to the kitchen, trying to avoid it before the boss asked him to clean the table, but it was still too late. The boss asked the boss to help the boss's wife with food while shouting to him: "Hongtu, go clean the table over there."

It has been several months since Xiang Xi felt that the past had been completely dumped by himself. He had already started to move forward, but he just didn't walk very well.

But now, he would actually meet Da Jian with his rusty girlfriend in the shop he worked hard to work hard, and he suddenly felt despair.

After so long, my feet will still be stucked by these things, and I will fall if I am not careful.

This is Uncle Ping's loyal and a crazy fan. If he is recognized...

Xiang Xi's sweat was already there, and he was sweating on his body, and it was as if it was blown up, and the pores all over his body were scrambling to sweat out.

The only thing that I can be thankful is that the boss shouted was not too loud. Under the cover of the buzzing sound of the stove and the sound of the boss's wife cooking spoons in her hand, Da Jian, who was sitting outside the door, might not hear it clearly.

No, I have to be glad that Cheng Boyan shaved his hair, or Da Jian would probably recognize him from the original Moshigan and Da Jian across the street.

"Yeah." He responded, reached out and took the mask the boss placed on the table and put it on, and walked out slowly with a rag.

Uncle Ping must be looking for him. Even if it is just for the wishful pendant, Uncle Ping must be the wind and I am the sand and lingering with him all the way to the end of the world. If Dajian recognizes him...

But he didn't want to lose this job, and he couldn't run away until he was in the end.

"Tu Lang" looked pale and looked very unhappy. He spoke with Da Jian with impatient expression, while Da Jian was laughing aside.

Xiang Xi had seen it a lot, and you could guess at it with a glance that Dajian brought "Tulang" to abort. Dajian had no money and could not support the child. Maybe the money for the abortion was given by Uncle Ping.

He lowered his head and walked over, packed the casserole and the plate, and then pulled the food residue on the table into the plate with a rag. He usually did it in two shifts to close the plate and wipe the table, but now he had to reduce the number of times he swayed in front of Da Jian.

When Xiang Xi collected the plate and was about to walk away, Da Jian pointed to the table in front of "Tu Lang" and said, "Wipe here, it's all oil."

Xiang Xi lowered his head and carefully wiped the clean table in front of "Tu Lang" and wiped the table again. He might say "You don't hold the table and lick it." But Xiang Xi knew these people too well, just like him before, and when he found an opportunity, he would show his majesty. If his attitude was a little bit humble enough, he would be scolded by Da Jian. This kind of conflict cannot be present now.

After wiping the table, Da Jian looked up at him and Xiang Xi felt panic. When he walked into the store, he tried hard to open his eight-character feet and shook it in, afraid that Da Jian would recognize him from his walking posture.

Xiang Xi knew that the mask on his face attracted Da Jian, but between the mask and the face, he had no choice.

He didn't dare to look at Da Jian's table more, but he could feel that Da Jian's gaze would glance at him from time to time. He saw something or was unintentional, and he had no time to think about it.

He kept paying attention to the boss's movements of making casserole rice. When Da Jian's two servings were prepared, he went into the kitchen to get the washed dishes, so the boss took their rice over.

Dajian ate very quickly and finished it in a short while, but "Tulang" was very delicate and ate very slowly. When ordering, let the chili peppers be added. When eating, they picked out the chopped chili and threw them on the table bit by bit.

Xiang Xite wanted to go over and slap her face into the casserole.
Chapter completed!