"Are you full from eating the melon?"
Shen Xingyi's eyes were burning as he stared straight ahead. He felt extremely ashamed of his life experience. Jiang Zhiyu's eavesdropping was tantamount to lifting his fig leaf.
"Haha... It's just so-so, it's not a rare thing. There are so many things like that in the world." Jiang Zhiyu said this, but she didn't think so in her heart. She felt that this matter was already a big news...
She still tried to comfort him, "You are not that pitiful. Look at me. I was thrown into an orphanage when I was young. I have never even seen my parents. Now I have to work part-time to support myself."
This moved Shen Xingyi deeply.
He, who had no emotion at all, was so excited, "You grew up in an orphanage? So cool?!"
…
cool?
…
It was the first time Jiang Zhiyu heard such an evaluation, and his eyes widened in surprise, "Haha... cool? Not bad..."
"Are you working part-time now?" The little boy seemed to have put aside his prejudice that he was inferior to Jiang Zhiyu in every aspect just after school started, and kept asking her.
…..
It is understood that Shen Xingyi is two years younger than her. These two years are incredible. He is in the first year of high school now. Logically speaking, he should be in the second year of junior high school at his age...
He is far inferior to normal high school students in both appearance and mentality, but he is still so good at studying, which is enough to show how hard he works.
Junior high school boys have unstable emotions, and Jiang Zhiyu can fully understand his changes in attitude.
"Yes, after all, I'm short of money~" As a girl, she developed early and was more mature mentally, so she always treated the little boy in front of her as her younger brother.
"Can you take me with you? I'm short of money right now!" He seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and tried desperately to please Jiang Zhiyu. You know, after his card was taken away, he had no money left...
"You?" In her mind, the impression of this boy has always been that of a rich young master, who can't lift anything with his hands or shoulders. What can he do...
A real man can bend and stretch, "Yes, sister~"
…
Damn... Jiang Zhiyu's hair stood up...
I am not mistaken...
Shen Xing also called her sister….
Even though she was called like that, she still refused and said seriously, "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's that you are too young. Although I am not yet 18, I am at least 17 years old... The boss lady can turn a blind eye, but you are calculating..."
Instantly, Shen Xingyi's face turned dark and she looked unhappy. She felt that she had called him "sister" for nothing. After hesitating for a moment, she asked again, "It's okay! Where is the boss? I'll go find him myself!"
She pointed to the small shop across the street and said, "The boss is across the street, playing mahjong. The one in the red skirt and wavy hair is her."
"Thank you!" He had just finished saying this when he stepped out of the store. It was obvious that he was very impatient...
It's time for dinner, and waves of diners are coming in. There is also a male employee in the kitchen, who looks to be in his thirties, and is responsible for preparing food.
He spent the whole morning tinkering in the kitchen and finally found the food.
There are a lot of people on weekends because there is only one hamburger shop nearby, and there are many schools around, so it must be very profitable to open a shop here.
Just when she was busy and exhausted, Shen Xingyi came back with a smile on his face. He was wearing a black apron and smiled. "The boss agreed. 40 yuan a day."
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