eurekapd Chapter 32 Attitude Issues
Chapter 32 Attitude Issues
At the door, there was a man wearing the same chef's uniform but looking like an apprentice, who was responsible for passing out bowls.
A strong aroma of rice soup wafted out, and Anjiu was made hungry.
They had eaten yesterday, so no matter how they were in better condition than those who hadn't eaten in the past two days. The person at the front of the line was probably so hungry that her legs were weak, and her body tilted, and the bowl just missed the apprentice's hand.
"Where should I put it? Do I have to bend down and get it myself? Just give it to me!"
The apprentice's raised voice immediately attracted the chef's attention.
An Jiu thought he would scold her, but she didn't want to hear - "If you don't want to eat, get out of here. There are people waiting to eat behind you! Damn, serving porridge is tiring enough, and you're making things worse!"
The master said this, and the apprentice raised his chin, looked down, and said arrogantly: "Did you hear that? Let me give you three seconds. If you can't get the bowl to me, it means you are willing to give up the opportunity."
He sneered and counted down.
The man was anxious. He grabbed the wall with his left hand, trying to use the force to stand up again. He held the bowl in his right hand and tried hard to put it into the apprentice's high hand.
"What a waste of time." The chef threw the spoon back into the bucket and sat on the stool, watching coldly.
The man was extremely anxious, but he failed at the critical moment. His legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up straight. His eyes were filled with fear, and every time the bowl was about to touch his fingers, the other party lifted it a little bit and missed it again.
"2."
Like a cat that always plays with a mouse for a while before eating it, the apprentice spoke the three countdowns very slowly.
"Old sister, you can't blame me for this. I gave you the chance, but you were useless! Come on, just step back. If you really anger my master..."
The apprentice said the second half of the sentence in a low voice with a wink.
His acting was obviously poor, but he managed to scare the woman into panic.
On one hand, there is his empty stomach, and on the other hand, there are high-ranking citizens whom he cannot afford to offend. Instinct and reason compete with each other, and the scale in his heart gradually tilts towards the latter.
"Then... then I will..." The woman just opened her mouth in a flattering tone, her eyes blurred, and the bowl in her right hand was placed in the apprentice's hand.
"Make her some porridge."
"You?!" The apprentice frowned and stared at the girl who suddenly appeared and meddled in other people's affairs. "Does it have anything to do with you?"
"No, but the longer you delay, the harder the master inside will have to work. Moreover, you are a dishonest person. You use your master's status to bully others. You get the benefits, but he has to bear the blame. If this gets out to the people below, the future of the master... well, it's hard to say."
Anjiu helped the woman up and let her stand against the wall.
The apprentice was so angry that his nose was crooked. He pointed at her nose and cursed: "Who do you think you are? I——"
boom!
The chef shouted from inside: "Hurry and bring the bowl in! If you say another word, get out of here right now!"
"Master, master..."
Faced with the furious master, the apprentice's arrogance suddenly disappeared, and he handed the bowl over with both hands, trembling like a drowned rat.
He flattered, "Master, don't listen to what outsiders say. I never had that thought! You are my second parents in my heart. How could I possibly harm you?"
An Jiu added bluntly: "Actions speak louder than words. No matter how nice the words sound, if the actions are not good, then it is not good."
"you!"
"Shut up! Get to work!"
The master roared and the apprentice was frightened to death.
He didn't dare to say another word, nor did he dare to look Anjiu in the eye - Dad, you are so talkative, who can argue with you!
Putting the bowl of porridge back into the woman's hands, the apprentice couldn't wait to shout, "Next!"
The woman couldn't stop swallowing, but she didn't forget to take a look at who was helping her and what he looked like.
She left the team, her exhausted body unable to support her to walk home, so she found a corner, held the bowl, and wolfed down the still warm porridge.
Anjiu also returned to his original position.
Grandma An held her hand tightly. Her palms, which were usually dry, were now damp.
She didn't ask or say anything, but just held the wine tightly.
The people around didn't look at it or say anything, as if nothing had happened.
The person standing behind Anjiu just moved away quietly.
After this commotion, the apprentice's attitude became much more restrained. Although his hand was still standing there like a fake hand, waiting for someone to put the bowl on it, he no longer spoke nonsense and no longer looked down on others.
As for the look of contempt? We have seen it so many times, who cares anymore!
As long as I can get the porridge and eat it, I'll be fine.
Soon it was Grandma An's turn. The apprentice still held his hands high and looked around, not at anyone.
Grandma An was not tall, with short arms and legs. She didn't want to offend anyone, so she stood on tiptoe, trying hard to show An Jiu that the other party was not deliberately making things difficult for her and that it was her fault.
"Hey, if you don't need your eyes, dig them out and put them on the bottom of your feet as roller skates." Anjiu stepped forward, grabbed the apprentice's hand and pressed it down hard, "Or, you don't want this hand anymore."
Ever since her last experience with that person, her first thought was to find an opportunity to kill this person.
To be honest, she was a little scared of herself, but soon she saw the fear on the apprentice's face, and at that moment, her aura overwhelmed the other party.
"Xiaojiu..." Grandma An was almost scared to death by her reckless granddaughter.
They are high-ranking citizens! You can’t afford to offend them!
The apprentice forced himself to remain calm and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Can you take the bowl properly?"
"...Yes, but if you hold me—"
Before he could finish his words, Anjiu let go of his hand, grabbed grandma's wrist, preventing her from handing over the bowl, then tilted her head slightly and stared at him.
The apprentice took it hurriedly, avoiding his sight and delivering the bowl into the house without daring to make a sound. He looked at his master with pleading eyes, begging him to help him.
Unexpectedly, the master was playing a little tune, as if he didn't hear anything, and contentedly served a spoonful of porridge with more rice and less soup.
The apprentice felt very disappointed when he saw this.
He knew exactly what the master meant. Wasn't this to encourage the other party to do a good job? Kuku slapped him? !
"Are you still standing there? Be careful or you'll get punished again." The master sneered.
The apprentice jumped out of the door.
Anjiu's expression was indeed not very good, and the apprentice just wanted to send the grandma away quickly so that he could please his master.
Without waiting for Anjiu to hand him the bowl, he took the initiative to grab it and ran to get the porridge.
Before the bowl even left his hand, he hurriedly shouted, "Come on, come on, next one!!"
Anjiu knew when to stop and not to push the other party into a corner.
She dared to speak like this because she was taking advantage of the fact that the administrator was not present. Compared with a little apprentice downstairs, it was naturally easier for the administrator on this floor to cause trouble for her.
As for whether the apprentice would complain to the administrator? First, he didn't have the courage to do so. Second, he didn't know his own name. There were so many people living on the 48th floor. Where would he start?
Anjiu was not panicked at all.