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Chapter 19 Tears of Delay

Doing chores in the back kitchen is not an easy job.

As soon as the morning came, he was responsible for picking up the goods, rice noodles, oil, meat, vegetables and eggs... Qi Nuliang was responsible for moving them into the warehouse and kitchen. The young man's muscles and strength were all useful.

The next step is to wash the rice, wash the vegetables, and steam the rice in the pot.The first round of dining peak at noon, help chop vegetables when there are not enough dishes, and help wash dishes when there are no bowls.In the afternoon, there was no one around, everyone was resting, some smoked, some played cards, and he had to clean up the kitchen.In the evening, the meal peak is another round of busy work without touching the ground until I get off work.

When he returned home with a smell of oil all over his body, Jiang Yu had already fallen asleep.He always opened the door to take a look to make sure the child was on the bed, then hurried to boil water to take a bath, then lay on the sofa, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

After all, a young person is so tired that his calves are sore after a day. As long as he sleeps, he will be full of energy the next day.

When he got up in the morning, he cooked the child's meals for the day, and gave Jiang Yu to eat outside every day if he had no money.Knowing how much the child would eat, Qi Nuliang bought two lunch boxes to limit his food intake.When it's meal time, the child can eat it by himself, which is economical and healthy.

The salary of the chef in the restaurant is four to five thousand.The new Dunzi is a young man just in his twenties, but he has learned it seriously, and the ingredients are cut quickly and beautifully in his hands.Even the waiters in their thirties in the front hall cost eighteen thousand a month just to serve the dishes.Only the dishwashing lady in the back kitchen had the same salary as Qi Nuliang, with one thousand and two at the bottom.

Qi Nuliang didn't have any complaints, he was just like this aunt, he didn't have any skills, even if he didn't do chores like washing dishes, others would do them.

He listened to the restaurant owner and tried to get the chef to teach him how to cook.The surname Cheng said, "If you don't know how to walk, you want to run. Learn how to chop vegetables first" and he was dismissed.He went to ask the newcomer Xiao Ding, who told him that he didn't have any skills and just practiced more.Point to a basket of potatoes that will be used tomorrow, and ask him to practice shredding potatoes first.

It's closing and there's no one there.The waiter, Miss Zhao, hung up the curtain, leaned against the window where the dishes were served, and told Qi Nuliang, "Don't listen to that kid, he just asked you to do his job."

"Sister, what you said is wrong. He wants to learn. He just talks but doesn't practice. He can see it. Am I right, old Cheng?"

Master Cheng is in his 40s, his head is Mediterranean, and his hairless forehead is as shiny as the oil he burns.He also followed Xiao Ding in a glib voice and called "sister": "I said you sisters, why are you helping Qi Nuliang to speak alone. The three men in the back kitchen, can you serve a bowl of water?"

"Fuck...Xiao Qi is honest, but he was bullied by you, and everyone can't see it."

Bald Cheng looked at the woman narrowly and smiled, but said to Qi Nuliang: "Sisters are so kind to you, remember to thank them well, and come to help someone carry a rice bag, a gas tank, etc. do you know."

These women were already married and had children, so they didn't have any reservations. Instead, they agreed: "That is, when Xiao Qi will come to my house as a guest, sister will cook pig's trotters for you to eat."

"What pig's trotters are you burning? We have plenty of bullwhips in the freezer. Let the boss sell you two for a cheap price."

A group of people laughed and laughed at the joke about the crotch.

But the protagonist of the joke never participates, just doing his job in silence.When he finished his work, he brought over the box of potatoes and "chopped, chopped, chopped" and shredded them.

The good-natured woman looked at Qi Nuliang: "Xiao Qi, are you talking about a girlfriend? If not, let me introduce one to you."

"Need not."

"Why don't you use it? Aren't you the right age to talk about friends?"

The surname Cheng laughed at him: "With his salary, it's not enough to smoke, and he can afford a girlfriend?"

"Hey, Cheng Tuzi, you don't know that some men talk about friends getting married, not only don't spend money, but girls also pay for it. Not to mention, there are women in my community who subsidize housing and money. Of course, a bald lady like you must be in the wheel not on."

Bald Piao was poked in pain, and snorted lightly: "Little white-faced soft-bodied boy, whoever loves to be the one."

"It's a skill to be able to become one. Xiao Qi, if you are willing to be a door-to-door son-in-law, I will tell you about the county magistrate's daughter. Do you believe it?"

Qi Nuliang remained the same, and refused with silence.

He has never thought about marrying the woman he wants to marry. The only woman he wants to marry in his life is dead, and his only mission now is to raise the woman's child well.He was not interested in anything else, nor could he care about it.

The restaurant was open until the 29th of the Lunar New Year, when the boss said that it would be closed for two days on the [-]th and the first day of the Lunar New Year, and gave everyone a holiday to go home for the New Year.

After working intensely for more than half a month, it was the first vacation, but before the vacation started, Qi Nuliang fell ill.

I don't know if it was because of the tense nerves and the sudden relaxation of the body, or because I went in and out alternately in the hot kitchen and the cold warehouse during the day, and caught cold because I didn't change clothes in time.In short, during the day on the 29th, he felt that something was wrong. When he got home in the afternoon, he was almost unable to hold on, his whole body was sore, dizzy, and he had a fever.

He took the New Year's red envelope sent by the boss, and originally planned to buy some good food for a good meal, but this time it didn't work, so he just gave Jiang Yu money to go out and eat something casually.

Jiang Yu didn't go out to eat either. He learned how to cook with an electric rice cooker, and cooked the rice left over at noon into porridge. He unpacked two packs of pickles, brought the food to the side of Qi Nuliang's sofa, and buried himself in the air. Eat it up.

Qi Nuliang had no appetite, so he ate a little bit.Then he retreated to the sofa and wrapped the quilt tightly, but no matter how wrapped he was, he still felt cold.

"Let me go buy you some cold medicine."

Qi Nuliang said in a hoarse voice, "No, I'll be fine in two days."

Jiang Yu didn't try to persuade him any more, but said, "Go to sleep on my bed, and when it's cold, just fold the two quilts together and cover them."

This time Qi Nuliang didn't refuse, and carried the quilt to Jiang Yu's bed.Once the two quilts were covered, it was not so cold.After sleeping on the sofa for so long, Simmons is still comfortable, soft and flat, and his arms and legs can be stretched out at will.

He didn't want to show that he was comfortable, and asked instead, "You don't have fleas on your bed, do you?"

"……No."

"It seems that the medicine last time was quite effective."

"Not before." Jiang Yu twisted a wet towel to wipe his face, "I think it's better for you to go back to sleep on the sofa."

Qi Nuliang laughed, a little badly.The smiling face was covered by Jiang Yu's unrolled wet towel, and he wiped it all over again.

"It's good to wipe your face, he is someone who knows how to serve people." Qi Nuliang lifted the quilt, "Wipe your body too."

Jiang Yu twisted a towel for him again: "You wipe it yourself."

"The back is out of reach."

Jiang Yu had no choice but to wipe the man's back impatiently and swiftly, and saw several deep and shallow scars on his back.

The sweat stains on the skin were wiped off by the hot towel, and people felt a little more comfortable.I have to say that Jiang Yu really knows how to wipe his back, and he also knows to focus on the sweaty areas of his armpits and lower back.

Qi Nuliang turned over, covered the quilt again, saw Jiang Yu squatting on the ground rubbing the towel, and felt that there was a difference between them.In addition to living with a partner - he gave Jiang Yu food, lent him Jiang Yu's house, and lent him a bed to sleep in.In these not long days, they still have a little intimacy from getting along day and night.Thinking of this, Qi Nuliang couldn't help teasing him again.

"Did you learn it in the bathhouse, why are you so proficient?"

Jiang Yu didn't raise her head: "My mother could only lie on the bed before she died, and I wiped her body every day."

Sure enough, Qi Nuliang stopped talking.

Jiang Yu stood up, glanced at him, and took the washbasin out.

In fact, he didn't quite understand the man's appearance.As soon as he mentioned his mother, the man would lose all expression in an instant, and even his eyes would become dim, as if he was surrounded by a huge and irresistible sadness.

For his mother's death, Qi Nuliang seemed to be more sad than himself.

Not only that, after Qi Nuliang moved in, the door of the other room was always closed, and several times when Jiang Yu went in, he found that his mother's portrait was upside down on her dressing table.

But the person is dead, no matter how sad and sad, she will never come back.

The lost life becomes water, earth, air, sunlight... everything that the living life needs, but it never comes back.

This is what his mother told him when a puppy he had as a child died.The puppy didn't come back, and neither would the mother.

After tidying up the washbasin, Jiang Yu also took off his coat and climbed onto the other side of the bed.He hadn't slept in the same bed with someone for a long time, and he felt awkward, so he just lay on his side against the edge of the bed, with a distance between him and the man.

After turning off the light, the darkness enveloped him, and he could hear Qi Nuliang's heavy breathing because of his poor breathing.

After a while, he heard Qi Nuliang ask: "Mom passed away, do you miss her?"

"Think about it...but it's useless to think about it."

"I miss her too." After a while, Qi Nuliang asked again, "Are you still sad?"

"Fortunately...she told me not to be sad." After a pause, Jiang Yu continued, "She said she was only allowed to cry once, and don't cry later."

Jiang Yu heard Qi Nuliang smile wryly, his voice was choked with sobs: "It seems like something she would say."

The sound of his breathing became thicker and heavier, sad, like the wind in the wilderness.

Jiang Yu didn't know why Qi Nuliang was so sad, but still tried to comfort him: "She must also tell you not to cry."

"I just have a cold and my nose is blocked." His voice was rough and rough.

"Yeah... the cold will get better soon, I have a cold too..."

Qi Nuliang suddenly grabbed Jiang Yu and buried his face in his frail shoulder.

When hearing the news of Yao Huilan's death, Qi Nuliang had been in prison for six years.Having not seen a person for six years, everything about her would be lost, including her death.He didn't think Yao Huilan was dead, she was still alive, somewhere he couldn't go, like he was inside and she was outside, she couldn't get in, he couldn't get out.

And now he came out, found her child, and lived in the place where she lived.The abstract death became a concrete fact before his eyes.Even though he resisted, he couldn't accept it.

A tear that was several years late finally flowed out at this time.

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