【27．】

  The manager saw the big boss bring a beauty into the room, and hastily made a gesture to us, so we followed the big boss... okay, actually it's just King.

  We followed King into the coffee shop, to be honest I've always thought that this small coffee shop where I work is not ordinary, it's located in the city center, with a sense of being quiet in the midst of noise, and every time people come here, whether from their clothes or conversation, you can tell they're from high society, even the tips are very generous.

  It was just that I didn't expect it to be an industry under his name, and I don't know why a wave of unease surged in my heart, hesitating whether to change jobs. After all, I seemed to have seen something I shouldn't have seen earlier...

  *sigh*...

  Let's wait for him to come find me and talk about it then. There is a saying in this world that goes: "A man dies for wealth, a bird dies for food."

  Now I don't have the capital to pick and choose, my family's little round watermelon is waiting for mom to make money to support it.

  I was originally walking at the back, but for some reason, the manager picked me to set up the dinner table for these two distinguished guests. I furrowed my brow, thinking of reminding him that I had only been here for less than a month and was still on probation. The manager, a true Canadian, furrowed his brow, his chubby belly shaking, and didn't forget to lecture me with facts: "You and King are both Easterners, King will definitely be willing to see you!"

  What kind of reason is this?

  But who made him the manager, I had no choice but to obey, reluctantly took the menu and walked over, bowed respectfully to the beautiful lady, then handed her the menu. Then pulled out another copy with prices, both hands presented to King.

  The King looked at me, with a hint of a smile, and I knew my dog-like appearance must have been hilarious. He didn't laugh out loud, which showed his good breeding. I could only lower my head and pretend to be delighted to serve the two of them.

  The woman took over the menu and looked at it for a while, then asked me in fluent English: "Excuse me, do you have French cuisine?"

  Actually... actually I want to say, this is just a coffee shop, don't treat it as a big restaurant. Most people who come here are just having a cup of coffee, reading the newspaper, or chatting with each other in small groups about life and ideals... and so on.

  French cuisine?

  Miss, you've come to the wrong place, haven't you?

  I looked at King with difficulty and thought, "You're the boss, can't you come out and say something?"

  He just smiled at me, obviously wanting to watch a good show.

  "I'm afraid I have to say that all our dishes are on this menu. Would you like to take a look and see if there's anything you like, miss?"

  The Eastern woman slightly frowned, with a million charms, so beautiful that even I was about to get drunk in it.

  "King..." She softly called out "Why did you come to bring me to eat this?"

  King lowered his head and looked at the menu seriously for a long time before answering: "I think it's fine."

  Pfft...

  Some people think it's okay to bring their date to a coffee shop that only serves coffee, cake and hot dogs?

  "King raised an eyebrow and looked at me: 'You recommend something.'"

  "If you two like to drink coffee, I recommend this Irish coffee, which has a small amount of liquor added. It allows you to taste the deliciousness of the coffee while also having a hint of the liquor's flavor."

  Silently added a sentence in her heart: Very suitable for the two of them to XXOO after finishing dinner.

  "Alright then. And you, Amanda?"

  "Same here."

  I quickly wrote it down.

  The beautiful woman called Amanda seemed a bit unhappy: "How come this waiter seems to know nothing, shouldn't he introduce some dishes?"

  Please... I don't have any extra money to try the pastries except for having a cup of Irish coffee here. King's cafe is one of the top ones in Cardiff, and the prices are staggering, ordinary people can't afford it.

  The manager stood by and hurried over: "Miss Amanda, I don't know what flavor you like, we have..."

  A long string of names, I listened with a big head, secretly sticking out my tongue, but felt someone looking at me. Following the search, I found that King was actually smiling, and that smile... was clearly called petty gain.

  I hastily lowered my head and didn't dare make another move.

  In less than half an hour, the two-point thing was already set up. From an oriental perspective... this is clearly afternoon tea... Why did King bring his mistress to eat such a late dinner?

  I have been unable to figure it out all along.

  It seems that the coffee is particularly good, Amanda asked me if I can refill her cup, and I hastily agreed.

  When she reached out to take the cup, her hand shook and the remaining hot coffee in the cup spilled all over my hand. Before I could cry out, she cried out first: "Oh! I didn't do it on purpose!"

  While speaking, she picked up the paper towel on the table to wipe my hand. When a person's hand is scalded... don't use paper towels to rub it like that... it's simply torture!

  I was in so much pain that I gasped for air, but it wasn't good to pull my hand back, until Amanda thought she had finished a very smooth wipe and I barely pulled my hand back.

  It's already red, and there are faint marks of being rubbed vigorously with a tissue. For some reason, tears have accumulated in my eyes, so I quickly lower my head, not wanting others to see.

  I took the cup to the back kitchen, and everyone came over to ask if I was okay. I smiled and said it was nothing, but my red-rimmed eyes betrayed me. Everyone saw that I didn't want to talk about it, so they didn't ask any more questions. After a while, the coffee was ready, and I picked it up to take it out, but the manager came over and said he'd take it instead.

  I smiled and said, "It's okay."

  "It's an accident." The manager said with a hint of apology "Amanda just slipped up."

  I nodded, and it was just an accident.

  This woman's hostility is inexplicable.

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  It was a bit late when I got home in the evening. When the watermelon saw me, his eyelids couldn't open. I walked over and picked him up: "Waiting for mom?"

  The nanny came over to greet me and said, "Xīguā didn't sleep well this afternoon, and after drinking milk just now, she wouldn't fall asleep no matter how I coaxed her. Her eyes are so tired they can't stay open. Sir says she must be waiting for you to come back."

  I affectionately called Little Watermelon: "Silly!"

  The watermelon lay in my arms, yawned and fell asleep in a short while.

  I sat there, gazing at him greedily, feeling that everything was truly wonderful. I actually had a child, something I never thought would happen before.

  Du Bin didn't know when he walked behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. I turned around to look at him.

  "How come you're back so late today?"

  "There are big shots in the store, and for fear of insufficient manpower, they also kept us on duty during the day shift."

  He pinched my shoulder with just the right amount of force, very comfortable: "Are you tired?"

  "It's okay."

  I thought he would continue to persuade me to give up my job, but unexpectedly he just murmured a faint "uh-huh" and after a while said: "As long as it's not tiring, that's good."

  I rubbed my still sore fingers quietly and smiled: "It wasn't hard."

  The little watermelon in the dream turned over, seemingly very annoyed that we two were talking while he was sleeping. Du Bin and I saw this scene and finally couldn't help but exchange a smile.

  "He's really a treasure."

  "Ah!" I pressed the corner of my mouth to control my voice "He's just my treasure."

  Uh... it's 190 now, according to what I said, with another 7 monthly tickets, there will be an update for another chapter.