A Lucky Coin

Xiao Li’s BBQ has always been a good business, but now it’s cold, and even sitting full of people.

He was not sure if anyone saw Yan Hang’s bold action on the first day of the junior high, but he suddenly realized that he didn’t mind at all. Temper, will probably go straight away.

But everything was normal around him, and he didn't even feel a strange look.

It was the uncle boss who sighed when he came to give them a barbecue, and said: "You young people, also pay attention, if anyone thinks you are so unpleasant, it will be bad if you quarrel."

"Thank you." Chuyi smiled.

"Quickly drink and eat meat." The uncle waved his hand and walked away.

"It's still less like this in the future," Yan Hang sighed, "I also didn't control it for a while. If you want to change a man and a woman, you have to be told that if no one affects you, it's not good."

"Yeah." Chu Yi smiled and nodded.

After the barbecue, I drank two bottles of wine. I felt warm on the first day of the new year, and there was no obvious drunkenness.

"I drink well, it seems to be pretty good," he said.

"You can judge whether your drinking is good or not with only two drinks?" Yan Hang said.

"I haven't had any drink before," the first day of the year sighed, "I will accompany my dad to pay for the New Year, and my grandpa will drink it. I feel dizzy."

"The wine that your father bought, I don't know what it is," Yan Hang said, "I drank it last time."

"Local old, old men, drink that," said the first day of the new year, "sorghum."

"Next time you will go again and bring some good wine," Yan Hang thought for a while, "Bring two red wines for him to taste...He wouldn't say it's tasteless, right?"

"Speaking of the five-star belt, if you give it to him, you are willing to praise it," Chuyi said with a smile, "When it comes to five stars, it's fashionable."

Yan Hang sighed.

There was basically no rest during this winter vacation. Yan Hang didn't go to work for only 30 years, and he went back to his grandfather's house for three days on the first day of the junior high.

Yan Hang sighed when they got up early in the morning of the fourth day of the fourth year when they both went to work, "I want to go back to the field, so tired."

"You return, you have returned to Tian for ten or a few years," said the first day of the junior high school, "you return."

"Go away." Yan Hang smiled.

"You..." Thinking of something on the first day, he leaned over and whispered, "You..."

Yan Hang pointed at him.

He shut his mouth, took his backpack and flicked it on his back: "Go to work."

Teacher Wang introduced the part-time job this time, which is bigger than Car Zhidao, and looks more professional. Auto beauty and auto repair are two completely independent areas, and there is a very large accessories monopoly hall.

Here is not a fashionable name like Che XX, but a very simple and powerful name, Shunfeng Auto Repair Factory.

Downwind?Isn't it delivered?

Oh that is SF Express.

After inquiring at the front desk on the first day of the new year, I walked to the auto repair area. I almost lost my way. It took a long time to find the office.

After a simple interview question, the supervisor threw a set of clothes to him: "Pharaoh's students are still good, but are your internships so early this year? The winter break does not end before it starts?"

"Ah." Xiaoyi responded.

It was only then that he suddenly reacted. Teacher Wang didn't know if it was because the recommendation was cancelled. When he came this time, he was talking about an internship?

If it's an internship...the first year of junior high school is suddenly a little excited.

This SF Express...No, Shunfeng Auto Repair Factory looks pretty impressive, although it is not a chain.

-how about it?New uniform.

Yan Hang looked at the photos sent over on the first day of the day.

This uniform and the previous Chezhidao uniforms were probably made by the same factory, and they were still yellow and black, but the words Shunfeng Auto Repair were printed on the chest and back.

-It's similar to the previous one, but with these two lines, it looks more real. At first glance, it is a very powerful factory

-You can praise everything

-I don’t even pinch him

-I'm going to work first

-Go go!

Yan Hang checked the time, put the phone away, and went back to the kitchen.

The chef was a little busy today, he couldn't leave for too long.

But this rush is not because there are many guests, but because the boss is leaving.

It is estimated that it has been mentioned years ago, but ordinary employees like them will not know, and the boss has not disclosed any information to him.

The news was announced as soon as the morning meeting was at work today, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.

Those who want to replace the boss, want to go with the boss, think it is possible for Yan Hang to be in the position... Everyone is working, while each has a rich imagination.

Yan Hang didn't have much imagination, and he didn't bother to think about it. He was already tired enough. As long as no one provoked him directly, he didn't want to experience this kind of guessing and guessing and setting himself up an imaginary enemy by the way.

The boss didn't know why he wanted to leave, Yan Hang only swept a few ears, guessing he was going to do it himself, but it was strange that he didn't even take his "confidant" Yan Hang.

"Don't you know?" Zhang Chen took the time to come over and chat with him, "I haven't mentioned it to you at all?"

"Really not." Yan Hang said.

"Then what do you do now," Zhang Chen said, "Otherwise, they will say that you have offended the boss. When the new boss comes, they will be wary of you, or they will say that you are so bad that the boss doesn't want to take you away. ."

"I can't be loyal to the restaurant and loyal to the hotel. Who told me I won't leave." Yan Hang said.

"Yes," Zhang Chen smiled, "but no one believes it."

Yan Hang also smiled: "Whatever, it doesn't matter."

"Brother Hang," Zhang Chen gave him a thumbs-up, "I like your indifferent look."

"Smuggler," Yan Hang sighed, "Are you working hard for the foreman this year?"

"No show," Zhang Chen said, "I can understand it. Except for you, none of the foremen came out of our own people. They were all digging outside. I gave up."

"Then you still have to have a goal left there, no matter whether it can be achieved or not," Yan Hang said.

Zhang Chen laughed for a long time and nodded: "Okay."

What Yan Hang said to Zhang Chen was pretty good, but it still affected him somewhat.

No one knows the situation of the new boss. He doesn't know what his future job will be like. He can only adapt while doing it.

"Then you don't, don't ask the old man, is it big?" asked the first day.

"It's not easy to ask about this," Yan Hang said. "My relationship with him is really not what other people think of being a cronies or cronies. He didn't take the initiative to tell me, so I was embarrassed to ask."

"It doesn't matter," waved his hand on the first day of the new year. "What's the matter, great, just change the boss, change the boss."

"If the new boss comes, if there is a change, I can't wait to talk about it," Yan Hang said, "go ahead."

Nodding at first, after thinking about it, he turned his head and looked at him, "Yan Hang."

"Huh?" Yan Hang lay down on the sofa.

"Will you, don't you think," said the first day, "not now, not as before, so comfortable?"

Yan Hang looked at him.

"I used to be there and run everywhere," said the first day of the new year.

"Yeah," Yan Hang smiled, "It feels like I was more comfortable before, do what you want, and don't have to consider the consequences... But I can't live like that for the rest of my life. ."

"Stepping now, really?" asked the first day.

"It's okay," Yan Hang put his foot on his shoulder, "work, it's still the work I'm willing to do anyway, and you will be with me."

"Uncle Yan will come out, and will not be surprised when he comes out," said the first day of the new year. "I think you have to follow it. It was not the same before."

"My dad doesn't necessarily want to see me as before." Yan Hang raised his head and looked at the lamp.

After the Lantern Festival, the boss left, and Yan Hang saw the new boss.

A fat middle-aged uncle, very serious, with sharp eyes. Based on Yan Hang's years of experience in seeing people, this fat boss is not very easy to get along with.

On the first day at work, Yan Hang originally wanted to talk to him as a communication, but the fat boss did not intend to communicate with him, but said: "The work is done, not chatted."

Yan Hang could only be silent.

The consequence of not communicating is that something will definitely go wrong.

The habits of side dishes, the order of doing things, the different tastes, and even the presentation will be different.

At the end of the day, Yan Hang felt that his ears were full of dissatisfied voices from the fat boss.

When he got home, he didn't even want to hear the sound of the TV. On the first day of the junior high school, he told him about the interesting customers he met when repairing the car.

"I'll squint for a while." Yan Hang said.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang's work should not go well. They haven't eaten yet. At first glance, Yan Hang doesn't seem to have the energy to cook.

He got up lightly and went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took a look.

There are many dishes, but he can't make complicated ones, so he can only use leftovers to make baked rice.

In addition to egg fried rice, he can probably make this.

Baked rice is not only delicious, it is quite meaningful to him, just like the legend...mother's taste, baked rice is the taste of brother Xiaotian.

He loves to eat, so Yan Hang often makes it. If he sees more, he feels like he will.

Yan Hang could hear the sound of opening the refrigerator and taking things out on the first day of the new year, and he could also hear the sound of him trying to control the picking up of the plate and then gently placing it on the counter.

Quite irritable.

Yan Hang closed his eyes, the more this light-handed sound, the more he could hear it.

In fact, I want to get angry, and get angry indiscriminately.

When this kind of mood is unstable, his temper is very big.

But he hadn't been in this state for a long time, and he even felt that he might never have emotional problems again.

Once he found out that he would still be like this, the whole person was a little lost.

On the first day of the new year, he gently picked up the knife, and it took at least ten seconds to finish the cut. At the same time he heard the soft knock of the knife on the chopping board, Yan Hang jumped up from the sofa and rushed over in two steps to hide it. Kicked open the kitchen door.

Chu Yi was taken aback, and looked back at him.

Yan Hang glanced at the various materials on the desk, gritted his teeth and suppressed his emotions.

"I didn't fall asleep," he looked at the first day of the new year, "you can do it whatever you want, you don't need to be a thief."

"...Oh." The first day of junior high school responded.

Yan Hang exited the kitchen, closed the door, and took a cigarette to the balcony.

The city under the night curtain is still very beautiful, although the lively lights far and near always seem a bit lonely, but it still makes people feel quiet.

He was dangling the night, staring at the building that did not know what it was in the distance.

After smoking a cigarette, his irritability faded a little, he breathed a sigh of relief, bent over and pulled the railing to stretch his body down.

After pulling it for a while, I felt a lot more comfortable. When I was about to get up straight, the balcony door was suddenly opened.

Yan Hang was startled, and almost twisted his waist when he stood up straight.

The dog's revenge.

"Yan Hang!" Lu Yi called him.

"Ah," Yan Hang turned his head and saw his face full of nervousness, "Why, the oven exploded?"

"No," Chuyi looked at him for a long time before speaking again, "baked, baked, baked..."

"Are you cursing someone and selling cute?" Yan Hang said.

"Baked rice," said the first day, "put more, how much cheese?"

"I'm fine," Yan Hang sighed, "Don't be so nervous."

The first day of the new year was stunned, and there was no sound.

"Come here." Yan Hang stretched out his hand.

After walking next to him on the first day of the junior high school, he hugged him: "I am a little unhappy today."

"I can see it." said the first day.

"I just wanted to hit you in particular," Yan Hang said, "I just slapped and kicked you from the kitchen to the elevator. It feels very refreshing."

"...Just listen, it's cool," said the first day of the month, "I talk too much, is it too much?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "it has nothing to do with you, it's just irritability."

"Oh." Chu Yi held him and patted him on his back.

Yan Hang liked this in the first year of the junior high school. He didn't know if he didn't know how to comfort people or the words of comfort were unsuccessful. In the first year of junior high school, he rarely comforted him, basically staying silently or suddenly amused.

When Yan Hang was emotionally unstable, the last thing he couldn't listen to was comfort, which would make him more irritable. Just like that on the first day of the new year, he would be more comfortable if he stopped making a sound and then stopped speaking.

"I might still have to find time to talk to Dr. Luo this week." Yan Hang said.

"Well," Chu nodded, "Also, you can go and beat you new and boss, and have a meal."

"Good idea," Yan Hang sighed, "You are so smart."

"Really, fight?" asked the first day.

"Tolerate for three more days," Yan Hang said, "tolerated for a week, let's put it together for ten days, I can't bear it anymore, how can I say..."

Yan Hang was trying to figure out a name for himself, so he spoke for him on the first day of the new year: "I am a former god, crazy."

"That's how you always classify me?" Yan Hang said.

"Well," Chu nodded, "You're very sane and nervous, but I can, you can ignore it."

Yan Hang smiled.

In the first day of the new year, I said it can be ignored, not tolerable.

He liked this statement very much.

After the start of the new week, the fat boss is still the same, without communication, and strictly observes his every movement and eyes with the spirit of Yan Hang.

Although he is not rich in work experience, except for the casual part-time job before, he has only been in the restaurant for the past two years. Although he has been in the restaurant from the front office to the back kitchen, he is really the No. Encountered once.

After being inexplicably adjusted, it was necessary to record a video so as to observe the fat boss' every move. Yan Hang even guessed whether this almost malicious cooperation method is not a fat boss's unique employment test.

But soon he overturned his guess.

"You are better than my former assistant," the fat boss looked at him with a frown, "it's a far cry."

Yan Hang was setting the plate and did not answer.

"Is your aesthetic cultivated in a street cafe?" said the fat boss, "how I did it before, haven't you seen it?"

Yan Hang was very satisfied with himself. In a state of anger, he could still stick the little flower braids on the chocolate balls one by one without shaking his hands. It was not easy.

"I really don't know if you are an assistant or a mess," said the fat boss.

Yan Hang was still silent, and the phone shook twice in his pocket, probably because there was news coming in.

He raised his head after finishing the work on his hands, and took off his mask: "I'm going to wash my face."

On the phone is a message from Cui Yi.

It is still a voice message from a middle-aged and elderly man.

"Now the investigation by the public security organs is basically over, and the next step is to review and prosecute by the procuratorate. Normally, one or two months, then the court will begin."

Yan Hang suddenly mentioned it in his heart, and then suddenly loosened it.

The investigation is over, that is to say, everything should have been investigated, and the progress of the case is considered to have progressed. Anyway, it is getting closer and closer to the final result.

He thought he would be upset, but he didn't expect the biggest feeling to be a sigh of relief.

After washing his face, he even felt happy when he saw the fat boss at the door of the back kitchen talking to the supervisor who was routinely inspected every week.

"Hurry up," the fat boss frowned when he saw him, "washing his face for so long."

"I quit." Yan Hang said.

The fat boss and director were stunned.

"I will finish today's work," Yan Hang put on a mask as he walked inside, "I won't be here tomorrow. Actually, I don't know much about the original chef. You don't need to be so nervous. You can still play Qingjun's side. "

At first, Yan Hang only thought that the fat boss might want to bring his former assistant, but after thinking about it, he found it impossible. A chef of his level didn't need to use this method to bring an assistant.

I think he is the former chef, so it's not easy to stay with him.

On the first day of the middle school today, he couldn't leave on time after get off work. At some point, he squatted in the ditch and looked up at the chassis of the car with Master Jiang.

"Look here," said Master Jiang, "the clutch is slipping because the diaphragm spring is broken."

"You have to change the pressure, the pressure plate assembly, the assembly." said the first day.

"Well," Master Jiang nodded, "You will change this in a while. I have something to do today. If you want to help you just call them."

"Okay." The first one responded.

After Master Jiang left, he came out of the ditch, took off his gloves, and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Yan Hang.

As soon as the screen was lit, the phone rang, and Yan Hang's call came in.

He answered the phone unexpectedly: "Hello?"

"Brother, are you busy?" Yan Hang's voice came over, sounding in a good mood, and he was actually in the mood to learn the tune of Uncle Xiao Li's barbecue.

"I'm busy," Chuyi said with a smile, "Why are you free to call?"

"Are you still off work?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," he looked at the car next to him on the first day of the new year, "there is a car who just came and needs to change the pressure plate."

"That's okay," Yan Hang thought for a while, "I'm going to look for you, there is a compelling music restaurant on your side. Let's go there for dinner at night."

"Are you off work?" The focus of the first grade is always accurate.

"There is new news about my dad's affairs today," Yan Hang said. "Old Cuigang told me that the investigation is basically over, the next step is to prosecute, and then the court will begin."

"Ah," Chu Yi was stunned, suddenly a little nervous, "Then Liu, Teacher Liu and Cui, have uncles, do you have scores?"

"The problem is not too big," Yan Hang smiled, "Should I have a meal? Somehow there is progress."

"Well," Chu nodded, "I have a treat."

"The meal there is not cheap, it's stingy," Yan Hang said, "Don't you feel sorry for the money?"

"I don't feel bad," said on the first day of the new year. He looked around and lowered his voice, "I have more money than before, three or one-third more."

"Get rich." Yan Hang also lowered his voice.

"Yes." The first day of the junior high school continued to suppress the voice.

"Then wait for me to go there," Yan Hang said, "send me an orientation."

"You," he glanced at the clock on the wall again on the first day of the day, making sure that the current time is when Yan Hang is still busy, "Did you, did you resign, resigned?"

"Ah," Yan Hang laughed, "you guessed it all."

There were some surprises in the first day of the new year, but not too unexpected, and there was a little surprise.

Yan Hang's mood is not very good these days. He knows that it is because the new chef has been asking for trouble, and the matter seems to be inexplicable. He hopes that Yan Hang will resign, but he dare not say.

"Fat, is Fat Chef?" he asked.

"No," Yan Hang sighed, "I still know how to count, learn from our dog to be steady and patient."

"Then you pass, come here," said the first day of the new year, "please have a big meal."

"I quit my job and I am unemployed," Yan Hang said, "I have no income...I thought you had to sigh or something."

"Don't be afraid," said the first day of the new year, "I have me, I'll wait, wait for you to ask for food, it's been a long time."

"Go!" Yan Hang said.

"Really, you finally want to have dinner," said the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.

"I have a line. I have waited a long time for the line. I want to say it for a long time," said the first day of the new year. "God no, let me live up to my chance.

"Let's talk." Yan Hang sighed.

"Nothing, don't be afraid," said the first day, "you have a dog."