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Before entering university, I used to think that a beautiful love story would involve me, a part-time worker and part-time student, wearing a fairy-like long skirt, sitting at the library's book borrowing desk. A handsome senior would walk towards me and hand me a foreign language book.
Following the sequence of the story, I would scan the barcode and wait for him to strike up a conversation, but instead, he would take a different path and turn to leave.
So, I gently spoke up, "Senior, here's your dictionary!"
Upon hearing this, he turned back with a light laugh, his handsome face outshining the surroundings, and a gentle voice sounded by my ear, "It's your dictionary."
I opened the book and found a note inside with a written location and time.
But it wasn't until I went to college that I found out that working and studying at the same time is like this...
"Classmate, four portions of rice, one portion of spicy chicken, one portion of pineapple stir-fried pork ribs, and extra pork ribs without pineapple."
Standing at the food counter of the school cafeteria, I just want to say, how can I meet a senior brother while holding a spoon and wearing an apron? Can't the work at school be a bit more sophisticated?
I want to cry without tears as I serve a bowl of rice to the handsome guy in a white shirt in front of me, and scoop a spoonful of Pineapple ribs into the bowl.
The refreshing aroma of pineapple and the deliciousness of Pork ribs blend together, creating an enticing fragrance.
I looked at his handsome face, feeling a hint of helplessness in my heart. Perhaps this is the arrangement of fate, to let him meet someone as special as me.
Because the cafeteria manager had given us training on how to properly ladle the soup the day before, I remembered the training content. During the ladling process, one scoop, two scoops, three scoops, when it looks about right, then serve it to the customers.
At this moment, in front of the handsome man, the delicate plate is filled with golden pineapple chunks, like a group of loyal soldiers tightly surrounding the center of the plate.
In the midst of this "pineapple ocean," two small and pitiful pork ribs lie there, looking lonely and helpless, as if they are surrounded by the enemy, giving a sense of being in a desperate situation.
The handsome guy's eyes were almost popping out of his head, and he angrily shouted, "Classmate, what's going on with you? Do you have Parkinson's disease? Look at your hands, shaking like a sieve! Can you shake even harder?" His voice was deafening, attracting the attention of everyone in the cafeteria.
Ignoring the curious gazes around me, I coldly and indifferently replied from behind my white surgical mask, "No."
He seemed surprised by my response and was momentarily stunned.
I patiently explained to him again, "Because this dish is called Pineapple ribs, if I mistakenly serve you Pork ribs, you would complain."
"I don't want to complain about you right now, I want to beat you up!" The handsome guy rolled up his sleeves, looking like he wanted to devour me alive.
I'm really something. On my first day at work, a customer already wanted to hit me.
Although I am only a part-time worker, I have received professional training. I immediately put on a fearless look and said, "This is what the manager taught us. If you have any complaints, go talk to our manager."
"What are you talking about?"
At this moment, the manager roared behind me, "You little brat!"
I thought to myself, "I'm done for!"
He found out that someone was talking behind his back, criticizing the manager. He's definitely going to be furious and embarrassed. But unexpectedly, the manager didn't even look at me, and walked over to me with a smile, comforting the handsome guy: "Classmate, our little sister here is new and doesn't know any better. I'll add some extra dishes for you."
In the intense gaze between me and the handsome guy, the manager's hand slightly flicked, and the limited number of pork ribs all rolled out, perfectly exemplifying the phrase "excellent skills." I almost wanted to applaud and cheer: Manager, I admire you so much!
The handsome guy's jaw dropped, staring at the mountain of pineapples in the plate, unable to close his mouth for a long time.
I can only cast an innocent look at him: see, this really isn't my fault.
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