Mr. Chihara snorted and walked out of the kitchen angrily, bringing the last two plates of beef tongue to Sakura-san.

Then he gestured to someone who kept waving, indicating that he had something to talk about after get off work.

Then he sneaked backstage and cut the piano music "Girl's Prayer" played in the restaurant into "Love Song" by Susumu Hirasawa, and then returned to the front of the restaurant with satisfaction.

This seems to make Mr. Chef very happy. After all, no one wants to listen to the cheerful love songs of men and women when they are falling out of love. Sure enough, this kind of harmonious and soothing tunes is suitable for me now.

Mr. Qianyuan raised his head and glanced at the time. It was nine-fifty. Counting the extra five minutes, he could get off work after staying up for another quarter of an hour.

So, he laughed.

Looking at the lonely woman who had just entered the door, there was a smile in her eyes.

When he smiles, the chill of winter disappears, just like the ice on the mountains melting into rivers, irrigating the earth.

"Do you need help?"

"...Thank you." The woman hesitated for a while, shaking off the dust that she didn't know was on her body.

Mr. Qianyuan took the black coat she had just taken off with his left hand and rolled it on his forearm. He held her sleeve with his right hand and guided her to the newly vacated position. Normally, he would at most help politely lead the way, but unfortunately he was in a good mood today.

, the behavior is natural, lively and comfortable.

His lively behavior naturally also cheered up the heart of this lonely woman who worked an extra day on Christmas Eve.

Mr. Qianyuan enthusiastically handed her the menu, with a joyful expression on his face that could not be expressed by ordinary acting skills.

A sincere, heartfelt joy. She could feel that this joy was not because of seeing herself, or anyone else, but a kind of joy that came naturally from the inside out, coming from the depths of the human soul.

emotions.

Sincere and passionate.

Looking at the menu in her hand, pinching a corner and scanning it with her eyes, the woman pursed her lips.

"I can't choose."

"What do you recommend?"

She had never been to this restaurant and had no idea how it tasted. There wasn't even a signature dish written on it. The woman cast an expectant look at the waiter who served her.

"Then let's have a bottle of orange juice first to relieve stress. The store manager's fresh orange juice has a special formula and is delicious."

“For staple food, you can choose spaghetti with meat sauce or seafood pasta, but the seafood here is genuine and genuine. If you are allergic, I don’t recommend trying it.”

"For soup, you can try seaweed soup or tomato and egg soup. After all, most soups in Western cuisine are not suitable for drinking at night, and girls tend to gain weight."

The young man held up his fingers and counted all the treasures in his family.

"That's about it. Eating too much at night is not good for your health." He stopped after thinking about it.

"Okay, then orange juice, pasta, and seaweed soup."

"Do you want tomato sauce for the spaghetti?" the boy asked specifically.

“Just the original taste.”

After confirming again and again that there was no taboo, the young man who was humming a little tune in the background ran to the kitchen to give instructions at the same rhythm.

The woman couldn't help but be startled when she looked at his handsome figure. He could even do flyers in a free and easy manner, with a sense of indifference. Perhaps it was because of his indifference, carelessness, seeking happiness, and not looking for trouble that he was able to become what he is now.

Leisurely and unfettered.

She was stunned for a while, until Mr. Qianyuan, who took the dish, still did not follow the waiter's rules, humming a tune freely, and pushed the dishes in front of her on a trolley.

"Here! My second favorite drink is orange juice, my third favorite pasta is spaghetti, and my fourth favorite miso soup is seaweed soup."

"Also, I'm not sure whether you like the original flavor, so I brought the ketchup with me. If you like it, you can add some yourself, and just put it on the table when you're done eating."

"good."

The woman nodded in agreement and curiously pointed to the buzzing thing on his waist.

"What's this?"

She was very curious and thought dirty, a bit like the plot in a book.

"Mobile phone, vibrate, get off work reminder." The answer was simple and clear.

Mr. Qianyuan nodded naturally, which settled her doubts.

"You are the last customer I served today, so it took me a few more minutes, and then I have to change clothes and get off work." The young man hummed proudly, and his character never concealed his feelings.

"Are you going to get off at the right time?"

"Well, I'll get off when the time comes."

How great! After all, he had just come out of the torment of overtime hell. Was he also so happy thinking about getting off work?

"See you tomorrow then."

"If possible, I don't want to see you tomorrow." Mr. Qianyuan shook his head, "I only work from nine to ten o'clock in the evening. If I can see you at this time, it only means that I went out to eat a late-night snack that is not healthy.

Or waiting until this time to eat dinner is not a good thing."

"That's true." The woman sighed and agreed with his point of view.

"So, it's best not to see you."

"Okay, no see."

The young man waved to his last customer with a smile and shouted "See you next time". He walked quickly to the kitchen, took out his mobile phone and turned off the alarm clock. He quickly took off his clothes despite the disgusting look of the store manager.

He changed into his attendant uniform and his own plain black trousers.

At the end of the day, I grabbed two glasses of free orange juice from the store and went out.

"What are you doing? Not leaving so late at night?"

"Can't you gather some wool for Sajia?"

Mr. Qianyuan hummed, and regardless of the store manager's surprised look, he walked out of the kitchen with small steps.

"This cup is for Miss Dongshan, and this cup is for myself."

Despite the fact that the female customer sitting next to him seemed to be looking at Akira with murderous intent, Mr. Chihara brought two glasses of juice and swayed them on the table of the two beautiful girls, until a certain Sakura-san who looked unhappy reached out to grab them.

Sent it out consciously.

"Sister Akiyama, I'll order a can of Coke." The young man who had already got off work greeted the elder sister who was still at work as a guest.

After all, this is my first favorite drink. Orange juice is more suitable for little girls.

She took the red package of happy water from the hand of Maya Akiyama, who had a sad face.

In order to maintain his grace, Mr. Qianyuan specially inserted a straw into it and sucked it. When he had a good sip, he raised his head with satisfaction and let out a light chuckle to show his pleasure.

"Excuse me, ladies, what do you think you are doing if you don't go home at ten o'clock on Christmas Eve?" Mr. Qianyuan pointed at the girl opposite.

"And if you order something with such high calories, you are really not afraid of gaining weight?"

The boy looked at Sakura-san who was eating most of the food on the table with disdain, and the mouth shape was still very obvious.

【The big flying pillar in the center】

"You guy..." Sakura girl gritted her teeth.

"If I hadn't eaten so much that I couldn't move, I would have had a fight today."

The girl rubbed her little face, which was still a little sore, and said secretly.

"Do Suzune-chan and Mr. Chihara know each other?" Miss Higashiyama asked in surprise. After all, it is rare for two people to be familiar with each other. Not many people know what Miss Lone Star is like next to her. As a result, it appears now.

A strange boy came.

"Old friend."

"It's a pity. If possible, I hope I don't know him (her)."
Chapter completed!