"Peach blossom noodles and stir-fried cabbage are ready!" Buling called out.
The guest came over and brought his food.
As noon approached, more and more people entered the state-run restaurant.
"One serving of braised pork belly, and one serving of pork and scallion dumplings!"
"One serving of sweet and sour pork, and one bowl of mutton soup!"
“…”
No matter how busy she was, Buling never forgot her smiling service.
After a while, very few people came to the state-run restaurant anymore. Bu Ling breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her stiff smile.
A busy noon has passed.
Just then, a young man walked in through the door. He was backlit, and Bling could only see his tall figure.
When the boy walked behind the counter, Bu Ling finally got a clear look at him. The boy had a pair of majestic phoenix eyes, a high nose, thin red lips, and fair skin. He had a handsome and dignified air about him, and he was Bu Ling's favorite type.
She smiled and said, "Hello, what would you like to eat?"
The woman across from me, mulberry, looked at the little black girl behind the counter, grinning and revealing a set of big white teeth. I looked away, disgusted.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Bu Ling patiently asked again, "Hello, what would you like to eat?" She was most patient with handsome men.
Sangshen thought her teeth were really white: "Braised pork, peach blossom noodles, and a serving of mutton soup."
"Alright, braised pork is 1.2 yuan a serving plus half a jin of meat coupons, peach blossom noodles are 0.8 yuan a serving plus two liang of grain coupons, and mutton soup is 0.6 yuan a serving, no coupons required. That's 2.6 yuan a serving plus half a jin of meat coupons and two liang of grain coupons in total." Bu Ling finished calculating the bill quickly, looked up at the handsome young man and smiled.
She's still smiling!
Sangshen took out money and food coupons from her wallet and handed them over.
Looking at the corner of the bill he was holding, Bu Ling knew he was a well-mannered boy. If it were that shameless girl, she would have shoved the bill into her hand.
She took the money and smiled at the person, then called out, "One serving of braised pork, one serving of peach blossom noodles, and one serving of mutton soup!"
After paying the fare, Sangshen found an empty table and sat down, with her back to Buling.
He really didn't want to see the little black girl's big white teeth.
About ten minutes later, the little black girl shouted.
"Braised pork, peach blossom noodles, and mutton soup are ready."
Sangshen turned to get her own food and received another big smile from the little black girl.
He turned around impatiently, moving away from the counter; the contrast was truly shocking.
Lunchtime had passed, and everyone at the state-run restaurant, except for Sister Ma, was relaxing.
Grandpa Tan went out for a walk, Tan Xiao and Han Yu started laughing and joking in the kitchen again, and Manager Zhu didn't leave his office all day.
I don't know if he drinks water or goes to the toilet.
It's worth mentioning that today's lunch for Buling's staff consisted of a bowl of peach blossom noodles and a bowl of mutton soup—the kind with only broth and no meat. Buling was quite satisfied with that meal.
She increasingly felt how wise her brother had been to find her such a good job, even though it was a bit taxing on her voice. She remembered having some dried sea buckthorn fruit in her online space; she'd look for it tonight.
Another busy evening.
After six o'clock, after finishing the day's accounts with Uncle Tan and Manager Zhu, and handing over all the money and tickets to Manager Zhu, Bu Ling took the leftover food from today and left work.
Today, the state-run restaurant had leftover sweet and sour pork and meat dumplings, which the employees divided equally.
That's the good thing about this state-run restaurant; no one takes advantage of their high position to take more than their share. Even Manager Zhu splits the profits equally with them.
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