Disqualification of Chirps

18-20

Chapter 18 Cute

Hong Yan Mo was busy with the business of opening the store, and the only thing he could spare for was feeding a few chirps. It just so happened that the fast food restaurant needed many new dishes to open, and Hong Yan Mo did not intend to have only some high-calorie foods in his store. Some easy-to-make rice bowls, drinks and the like were all within his consideration.

Thinking about the menu in his mind, Hong Yan Mo pulled the dismantled roller shutter door flat again, and managed to cover the door with a little bit of cover. The public security in Heiming was very good, so a little cover was enough. After staying up all night to settle the accounts, he went straight back to the headquarters through the door and went to sleep.

Except for the headquarters, Yanmo Pavilion's policy is to refuse employees to rest in the store, which would appear messy and unprofessional. There is a special accommodation subsidy in the salary paid to employees, but the previous employees seemed to want to save this money and rested directly in the store. This attitude of not abiding by the rules and regulations stepped on Hong Yanmo's bottom line.

Hong Yanmo almost never dreams at night when he is very busy during the day, but tonight, he made an exception and had a dream.

He dreamed that in the big bath in the bathhouse, in the mist, a young man with black hair and sandy windbreaker closed his eyes peacefully, and his slightly curly and soft black hair was immersed in the water, floating gently, which awakened Hong Yanmo's memories of the winter bamboo forest. At that time, the snow pressed down on the bamboo leaves, rustling, and in the cold room full of debris, only the fake beads on the lion dance head still reflected light slightly, and the white mist exhaled briefly warmed the frozen hands.

[No matter how many books I read, no matter how many people I ask, I will always remain vague, like a flower in the fog...]

[So, the so-called "story" is just a group of cowards.]

In the flat voice, there are more self-deprecating laughter.

[I am also a coward with a vague face...]

[Hong.]

Hong Yanma opened his eyes, and after a brief silence, he stood up neatly. His red hair was tied up, and he was wearing a straw raincoat. It was still dark, so Hong Yanma didn't make much noise. He quietly sorted out the various materials to be handed in under the lamp for a while, then walked through the door and went to the fast food restaurant outside to measure various sizes.

The porridge was still simmering on the stove, becoming more and more sticky, soft and fragrant. Hong Yanma held the porridge bowl, his eyes still staring at the floor plan of the fast food restaurant.

"Boss, it's early." Shenweichu moved over slowly. He had the habit of doing morning exercises, and usually got up very early, almost at the same time as Hong Yanma. As expected, he drank a bowl of porridge, and then he looked at Hong Yan Mo, feeling a little impatient.

"If you really want to move around, you can go to the next town. There shouldn't be any problems here for the time being." It's better to let things flow than

to block them. Hong Yan Mo was very tolerant of the chirps, as long as they came back before the curfew time.

Shenwei's hair stood up, and he couldn't wait to fly out. The shutter door on the gate was suddenly knocked. So he stopped temporarily, watching Hong Yan Mo take down the shutter door and face the middle-aged man outside.