In Every Life [Jenlisa]

Chapter 50

The scorching August sun was still high in the sky at noon.

By 2 pm, the restaurant gradually became empty.

Jennie closed the piano lid and rubbed her sore wrist.

A glass of lemon water was handed to her at the right time.

She naturally took it and gulped down half a glass.

"I'm so thirsty." She put down the glass, rubbed her wrist, and complained, "Why aren't we allowed to drink water?"

Lisa frowned, feeling a sourness in his heart.

If it weren't for him, she would never have worked in a place like this for her whole life.

Seeing him frown, Jennie quickly asked with a smile, "Have you eaten yet? I haven't had the staff meal yet."

Her original shift was from 4 pm to 10 pm, but today she had to replace the pianist who had something urgent to attend to in the morning. "Still cooking over there," Lisa whispered.

Beside her, Little Fatty's voice drifted over, "Don't get your hopes up for the staff meal."

The chefs in the restaurant took turns cooking during their lunch break, with each person cooking for three days.

Someone in the distance shouted, "Food's ready, come and eat!"

A group of people walked towards the kitchen with gloomy faces.

Jennie followed Lisa into the kitchen, tiptoeing and peering into the crowd.

He saw colorful fried rice steaming hot, and next to it was a large pot of clear soup that didn't look too bad.

"Today we have beef fried rice, steamed fish, and cabbage and pork soup. Everyone line up to get your food," the cook announced.

The kitchen was hot and stuffy, with everyone crowded together. The air was thick and someone emitted a strong odor of sweat.

"I'll take some for you. It's too hot in here, go sit outside first," Lisa pushed her out of the kitchen.

Even during closing time, employees have their own rest area and are not allowed to dine in the customer's seats.

There's no air conditioning in the employee area, and the scorching sun outside shines through the window.

Jennie moved two chairs, but the plastic seats were scorching hot. She took a long time to sit down.

Over there, Lisa came in with two plates of food and a bottle of ice-cold Coke.

He lifted the can and the sound of bubbles popped.

"Here," he inserted a straw and handed it to Jennie. "You said you wanted to drink Coke just now."

The temperature inside the room was high, and the young man's smooth forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat. He was breathing slightly heavily as he arranged the utensils for Jennie.

The chilled Coke touched her fingertips, bringing a refreshing sensation. Jennie took a sip and handed it to him, "Have a sip too."

The boy shook his head and pushed the Coke back, "I don't drink it. I prefer soup."

He sat on the plastic chair that was scorching hot, and lowered his head to eat his meal heartily.

Jennie felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.

The midday sun had taken away her appetite, and she ate a mouthful of beef fried rice with her head down.

The beef in this bowl of rice was abundant, but it was tough and almost tasteless.