Chapter 172

The destined man in this area is a doctor named Dirty Bag.

It is said that he works overtime until very late at night every day before going home.

Because it is too late at that time, going home to cook may disturb others, and working overtime until the evening will make him very tired. He usually eats dinner on the way home after work, which can also be regarded as a midnight snack.

Green chose a relatively close store on his way home from work and worked there as a very ordinary night shift waiter.

The service industry basically does not have holidays. Most of the time, other industries have holidays on holidays, and the service industry still continues to work and requires overtime, but sometimes they will give overtime pay.

Therefore, working as a waiter in a food store, especially a night shift waiter, is likely to meet the person you want to meet.

Green worked here for two days. He was so busy that he could fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, but he didn't see any news about Dirty Bag.

He planned to work hard and inquire about the person he wanted to meet after a while, but it was such a coincidence that he met the person he wanted to meet one night when he was working hard.

"Hello, what would you like to order?"

Green stood next to the customer who just entered the store and asked the customer who sat down.

The customer sat alone at a table. The table was round and decorated with wood grain. It looked smooth and soft, and there was a warm atmosphere, but when this person sat here, the atmosphere was suppressed.

Green could feel that it was a little cold around him, and it was not a problem with the air conditioning.

"Do you have any signs here?"

Dirty Bag asked with a sigh.

Because he sounded very tired, Green only recommended one thing.

"Our curry potato beef rice is good."

Green said.

"But I don't want to eat curry tonight, because the color of curry will last for a long time, and I want to go home and go to bed early."

Dirty Bun said while looking at the menu.

"Then try our omelette rice. If eggs are considered as meat, then the vegetarian dishes include carrots, corn, green peas, etc."

Green said.

"Then order this."

Dirty Bun nodded.

Green put away the menu and walked to the kitchen.

At this time, he didn't realize that the person opposite him was the one he was looking for, he just felt very tired.

The kitchen took the order and prepared the food. He brought the food to Dirty Bun's table. Dirty Bun nodded to him, and the two did not continue talking.

Dirty Bun finished eating and just left.

After a while, Green saw that there were no customers. He received a call from the boss, saying that he could leave work early, so he packed up his things and prepared to go home.

Originally, restaurant waiters can provide food and accommodation, but this is a very small store and not many people are hired, so the boss did not plan to provide him with accommodation.

He did not necessarily need the boss to provide him with accommodation, so he found a place to live by himself.

The place where he lived was very close to the hospital and this store. It was located between the two, but this location was not necessarily in the middle.

He did not care much about this, anyway, it was only a few steps away.

It was already the cheapest option under various conditions.

He had nothing to complain about.

It was just that he seemed too tired that night. He walked for a while in a daze, and then he stopped because he felt something was wrong. He just passed a zebra crossing with a traffic light.

He turned his head and looked back, and found that the road was very familiar. He

turned his head and looked forward again, and found that the road was still very familiar.

He was stunned for a long time, and felt like vomiting. He planned to find a place to sit down and rest, but he didn't find a public seat nearby, so he had to walk to the nearest 24-hour convenience store to sit.

He couldn't sit there all the time, so he bought a seaweed ham rice ball and chewed it slowly. Halfway through the meal, he looked at the scenery outside the convenience store and finally remembered where he was.

He was so confused. If he wanted to go home, he should go in another direction, not here.

The distance from his current location to his home was not closer, but farther.

He was not in the mood to continue eating, so he wrapped the rice ball and put it in his pocket, ready to leave.

When he was standing in front of the zebra crossing and looking around to see if there were any cars, he suddenly found a familiar figure on the opposite side. He squinted his eyes and recognized that the person was the customer who had just left the store.

He now felt that he was a little more sober than before.

After comparison, he found that the customer was the one he was looking for. He was happy for a while, and then even more sad.

He squatted on the side of the road with his head in his hands.

Damn it, how could this happen? If I had known, I would have said a few more words before, but if I had said more and asked more questions at that time, wouldn’t it make people unhappy?

And why does a waiter ask customers so many questions?

I was already so tired and irritated, why should I continue to answer questions from strangers? There were more than one store open at night.

At worst, I could go to another store to eat. It was no big deal.

But I was still very angry.

Green stood up with the help of the street lamp pole next to him, and staggered. Somehow, with a bang, he hit the pole head-on, his eyes rolled up, and he lay on the ground.

He didn't faint, but he was a little bit unable to recover, so he thought he had his eyes open, but in fact they were closed. He lay on the ground motionless, looking very scary.

But it was already very late at that time, and there were not many people on the road, so no one saw him fall and no one screamed.

He paused for a while and was about to get up, but he heard a sound of hurried footsteps and decided not to stand up in such a hurry.

A man ran up to him, patted his arm, and then held his shoulder to pull him up from the ground. He felt uncomfortable, opened his eyes, and found that his clothes were in someone else's hands.

He pulled his clothes back, patted the dust off his body, stood up with the help of the street lamp pole and looked at the man.

"Are you okay? That's great, I thought I would see someone with a sudden illness on the way home."

Dirty Bag breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for helping me up. I'm fine. It's so late, aren't you going home?"

Green looked at him and asked.

"I was going to go home, but I'm on night shift and I just received a call asking me to go back, so I'm thinking of either sleeping in the hospital or in a hotel tonight."

Dirty Bag sighed.

"So this is how busy being a doctor is."

Green smiled at him.

"Yeah."

Dirty Bag nodded.

"We just met before."

Green looked at him and said.

"Really? I was very tired and didn't pay attention to the faces of the people around me. If you were my colleague, I wouldn't forget it, and if you were a patient, I shouldn't forget it either."

Dirty Bag seemed a little doubtful.

"I'm the waiter in the hotel where you just had dinner. Do you remember me?"

Green asked.

"It's you."

Dirty Bag smiled and nodded, putting aside his doubts, looking a little more relaxed than before.

"I'm going back to the hospital, be careful."

Dirty Bag said after checking the time.

"I see, thank you for this time anyway."

Green nodded.

Dirty Bag turned around and trotted back to the hospital where he worked.

After work, he lay back on the bed, wanting to sleep for a day and a night, but halfway through his sleep, he heard someone calling, so he woke up to answer the phone and heard that there was work again.

He had no choice but to get up, pat his clothes, tidy his hair, and go back to the hospital to work.

When he left the hospital, it was already another night.

Green was still working in the restaurant.

Dirty Bag also had no time to eat dinner because of work, so he chose a restaurant.

He walked in and sat down, choosing the seat where he sat last time. He looked up and saw Green.

"I didn't expect to see you again."

He said weakly.

"Nice to see you again. I can give you the internal employee price. Do you want a discount?"

Green winked at him and whispered.

"Okay, it can save money, why not?"

Dirty Bag smiled at Green and looked a little happier, but still very tired.

"Every time we meet, you seem to be busy with work and look very tired."

Green said.

As he spoke, he put the food in his hand on Dirty Bag's table.

"Yeah, I'm too busy at work."

Dirty Bag nodded in agreement, picked up the cutlery, and kept his eyes on the food, as if he didn't have time to talk more.

Green stopped bothering him.

The next night, when Green was wiping the tables in the restaurant, a customer suddenly came to the door. He said to the customer outside without even looking up, "Sorry, we're closed.

" "Really? It seems that I got off work later today than yesterday."

Dirty Bag sighed.

"I didn't expect it was you."

Green raised his head to confirm that he knew the person who came.

"Can I sit here for a while before leaving? I'm really tired."

Dirty Bag whispered.

"Okay, anyway, now all the customers have left, there are plenty of tables."

Green nodded.

"Are you busy until so late every day?"

Dirty Bag looked at Green and asked.

"Not necessarily, but I'm on the night shift, so it's normal for me to still be working at this time."

Green replied with a smile.

"So that's why, no wonder you're here every time I come here. I always come here very late."

Dirty Bun said to himself.

"Because I'm a night shift waiter, so if you come after dark, we can definitely meet."

Green replied.

"Will it bother you too much?"

"No."

"Has the chef gone off work?"

"Yes."

"That's too bad, I'm so hungry now."

"If you don't mind, I can make it for you, but it may not taste as good as the chef's, after all, I'm not a chef." "

It's good to have food. I don't mind. If I go out to find food now, I don't know how long I have to wait. I don't want to leave."

"Okay, I'll go to the kitchen now."

Green brought him the food.

"Thank you very much."

Dirty Bun looked at Green and said.

"It's okay."

Green replied.