Lu Xi said he knew and understood, but he was actually confused. He was just making friends, how could it have led to such heartbreak? Even if Fang He left the tavern one day, he would still stand as a friend and sincerely wish him all the best.

Whether they are on the same path or not is not important. Fate can come and go unexpectedly; that's life.

Lu Xi is not old, but she understands interpersonal relationships better than her peers. No one can accompany someone for a lifetime; being apart more often than together is the norm.

Fang He rubbed his sleepy eyes as he walked out of the room, unaware that the sun was already high in the sky.

"Fang He, you'll be deducted three points for being late for work," An Rong said coldly.

Fang He felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, his head buzzing, before he realized that it was getting late.

"Brother Anrong, I'm sorry. I used to never eat breakfast at home and would sleep until lunchtime." Fang He was embarrassed. He had completely forgotten that he had left home once he fell asleep.

After saying that, he looked resentfully at Lu Xi, who was tending the fire. This kid was unreliable; he had clearly agreed to wake him up in the morning to prevent him from oversleeping.

"Don't look at him, I told him not to go and call you." An Rong said calmly. He really wanted this rich young master to leave. If it weren't for Lu Xi, he wouldn't have been able to stand him for a moment.

In addition, Dou Dou reminded him that Fang He's family background was extraordinary, and giving him a chance would also make him an acquaintance, who might be of use to him in the future. An Rong disagreed with Dou Dou's utilitarian plan.

Not everyone can be an asset; sometimes they may become a stumbling block.

"Fang He, please remember, it's a three-day probation period. If you score below 90, you're out. You're currently at 97," An Rong said in a businesslike tone, showing him no leniency whatsoever.

After saying that, An Rong left.

Seeing him leave, Fang He instantly went from ostrich to turtle, asking, "Lu Xi, where did Brother An Rong go?"

"Going out to buy groceries."

Lu Xi felt a little guilty. She should have woken him up as soon as she woke up, so that he wouldn't have lost three points.

"Fang He, I'm sorry, you got points deducted," Lu Xi said.

Fang He didn't care. "It's nothing, it's just three points. I'll work hard and try not to lose a single point later."

One shouldn't make boastful claims. He had just made a declaration, but at noon he was penalized two points for spilling a bottle of red wine.

"Oh dear, I was so careless." Fang He was now aware of the danger and was afraid of making another mistake. He followed behind Lu Xi, hoping that Lu Xi could take charge for him, so that he could make fewer mistakes and avoid making any mistakes at all.

“Fang He slacked off, deduct one point.” An Rong came in from outside and said coldly.

Fang He felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly went out to greet the guest. This boss was too cold-blooded. He had only come in to hide for a short while, and he had already lost a point.

As evening fell, more and more guests arrived. Lu Xi was busy preparing dishes and grilling inside, and had no time to take care of things outside. Only he and Huang Rong were busy in the lobby. Huang Rong was the kind of person who only talked and never lifted a finger, and she would order him around all the time, either greeting guests or clearing tables and cleaning.

During the event, a customer complained that the food was served too slowly and left halfway through his meal without paying. Anrong blamed him for the incident, and although he wasn't required to pay compensation, he was still penalized with a deduction of five points.

Well, that's it. Nine points were deducted in just one day.

With only one point left, the situation is extremely precarious.

"Lu Xi, you have to help me. If I lose another point, I'm going to be fired." Fang He slipped into the kitchen after closing time and complained to Lu Xi.

"Lu Xi, An Rong treats you so well, but he treats me like an enemy. I really wonder if I offended him in the past. Why does he always look down on me?"

Fang He lowered his voice, afraid that An Rong, who was outside settling accounts, would hear him.

Lu Xi gestured to him with her eyes to shut up. It was better not to say such complaints, especially not to gossip behind someone's back, as it was not friendly to either of them.

"Lu Xi, are you going to help me or not?" Fang He tugged at his sleeve like a brat.

He was older than Lu Xi, but not as mature. After all, he was spoiled and pampered, and had never suffered such grievances since he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His family always favored him and would praise him instead of criticizing him.

Lu Xi, unable to bear his pestering any longer, had no choice but to put down her chopsticks and look at him seriously, saying, "Begging me won't work. This shop belongs to Sister Dou Dou and Brother An Rong. If Brother An Rong tells you to leave, then you must leave, unless..."

He stopped there and didn't continue.

"Unless what? Tell me!" Fang He said impatiently.

Lu Xi frankly stated:

"Unless you can persuade Sister Dou Dou, even if she agrees, Brother An Rong can't get rid of you."

Lu Xi hit the nail on the head: no matter how powerful Brother An Rong is, he's still just Sun Wukong, unable to escape the palm of Sister Dou Dou, the Buddha. The story of Sun Wukong was something she heard from Anji.

Fang He's impression of Dou Dou Jie was that she was beautiful, refined, and charming; she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She has given birth to two children, but childbirth seems to have left no trace on her. Her features are delicate and three-dimensional, her forehead is full and shiny, and you can't see any wrinkles around her eyes when she smiles. Most precious of all is her eyes, which are still as pure as a young girl's.

"Sister DouDou, what's her temperament like?"

Aside from her appearance, Fang He couldn't figure out Yuan Doudou's personality. Whenever he saw her, she always had a smile on her face, not just a superficial one, but a smile that reached deep into her eyes.

Without hesitation, Lu Xi said, "Sister Dou Dou is very special."

Actually, he couldn't quite explain it. Dou Dou seemed to have no temper. He had known Dou Dou for over a year and had never seen her lose her temper.

Fang He didn't understand what "special" meant. Did it mean being particularly easy to talk to or particularly difficult to talk to?

"It's getting late, let's hurry up and pack." Lu Xi didn't want to comment on other people's merits or demerits.

Fang He had no choice but to wash the dishes with them, but he felt like vomiting as soon as he touched the greasy dishes; they were just too dirty.

Working at a tavern is not something just anyone can do; it requires working from dawn till dusk and is extremely dirty. He didn't know how many days he could endure it.

Looking at it now, it's not a matter of whether he perseveres or not. Once he reaches ninety, he can pack his bags and leave. No, it seems he doesn't even have a pack of bags; he can just pack up and leave.

"You wash the dishes, I'll sweep the floor." He prefers sweeping and mopping to washing dishes, at least he doesn't have to touch dirty things directly with his hands.

At home, the floor was wiped by maids kneeling on the ground with rags, but the tavern was different. They used special mops to mop the floor, which were actually just rags wrapped around a wooden stick, and called mops.