Bu Ling, a vagabond from the apocalypse, transmigrates to a fictional seventies era. She faces a hellish starting difficulty. After a month of playing nice, she eventually sends off all of the orig...
Bling chuckled softly and kissed Sangshen's lips...
The next morning, as expected, Bu Ling overslept, but she was thick-skinned and greeted Aunt Fang as if nothing had happened: "Good morning, Aunt Fang."
Aunt Fang smiled at Bu Ling, poured her some hot water to brush her teeth and wash her face, and then brought out breakfast and put it on the table. "Lingling, you eat first, and I'll take you to work after you finish."
"Okay, thank you, Aunt Fang!"
As they spoke, Bu Ling noticed the dark circles under Fang's eyes: "Fang, didn't you sleep well last night?"
Aunt Fang hummed in response and then fell silent, so Bu Ling wisely refrained from asking any further questions.
After finishing their meal, Aunt Fang took Bu Ling to work. Once they arrived, Aunt Fang said a few words to Bu Ling and then turned and left.
Buling frowned as he watched her retreating figure, but ultimately didn't call out to her and went into the restaurant by himself.
Because he drank with Bu Yi until very late last night, Master Lü was unusually late, arriving at 9:05.
When he arrived at the restaurant and realized he was late, he immediately knocked on Manager Zhu's office door. Without even eavesdropping, Bu Ling knew what he was there to do.
Sure enough, a short while later, Manager Zhu personally escorted Master Lü out, his eyes shining with admiration: "Little Lü, it's alright, being late once or twice is no big deal."
Lü Zhiwei pursed his lips: "I understand."
"Go back to work, don't worry about it." - Manager Zhu
"good."
Bu Ling originally thought the day would pass by uneventfully, but unexpectedly, Bu Yi came again during the busy midday.
"Lingling, get me a large bowl of dumpling soup!" Bu Yi handed over the money.
Bu Ling took the document, looked up at him, and was startled: "Brother Huo, did you bump into a door? Why are your eyes so swollen?"
Buyi didn't answer, but simply said, "Call me when the dumpling soup is ready." Then he found an empty spot and sat down.
Bling wanted to ask more questions, but a customer came in, so she had to stop and continue working.
After the "sold out" sign was hung up, Bu Ling walked out from behind the counter and sat down next to Bu Yi: "Brother, what's wrong?"
Bu Yi stared blankly at the empty bowl for a long time before answering, "Old Lü's situation isn't good!"