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"Waiter?" Mother Ding shook her head again and again, "How can this work? Serving dishes and washing dishes is not suitable for you. Can't we find another job in an office? Xiao Miao, it's so tiring to be a waiter, and I still have to watch People's face, or don't go."
If it wasn't for her daughter's face, Ding's mother might directly show disgust.
Of course, her expression is not much better now.
Yu Miao sneered in her heart, as expected, life is not hard enough.
Now she is also very skilled at pretending to be bitter and bitter, and sighed:
"Mom, I have no work experience after graduation. It has been several years, and the recruitment market outside has all changed. To apply for a clerk, you can only start from the bottom, and you may have to sit on the bench for several years, and the salary is also very low. Still It's better to be a waiter, at least there will be an extra commission, and you can save some debts after excluding living expenses."
Hearing this, Mother Ding felt a little guilty again.
After she got the money, she never thought about repaying the debt at all, and used it all to enjoy life.
Now there is only a little money left in my hand, let alone repaying debts, I can't even survive this month.
Reality is the standard by which everything is measured.
Even if Mother Ding didn't like it, she could only nod her head in agreement.
At first, she was repulsed, and even when Yu Miao came back with some restaurant food, Ding's mother was still hesitant to put down her chopsticks.
But in less than half a month, she has already adapted to her daughter's new job very well, and what she looks forward to most every day is that there will be extra meals in the restaurant for Yu Miao to bring back. At least the food there is much more delicious than what she cooks herself, and they don't need to spend extra food money.
Yu Miao also became her "waiter" with peace of mind, going out early and returning late every day, not too much interfering with Mother Ding's actions, watching dramas at home or going out to dance as she liked.
After about two months of such days, Mother Ding finally found the restaurant Yu Miao mentioned with an anxious expression on her face.
Yu Miao heard someone say that she was coming, changed her clothes and went out.
As soon as I left the gate of the hotel, I saw Mother Ding standing at the gate and pacing constantly.
As soon as she saw her daughter, Ding's mother ran over, hesitated for a moment before saying, "Xiao, Xiao Miao, do you have any extra money here?"
Yu Miao took a look at Ding's mother's expression, plus the news she received, almost a face-to-face meeting, and she guessed a lot.
She said awkwardly:
"Mom, apart from repaying my debts, I give you my monthly living expenses. Speaking of which, I haven't bought clothes for a long time. Every time I have a dinner with my colleagues, I don't dare to accept it. I just don't have any extra money. Mom, What's the matter with you? Is there not enough money for today's meal? How about I tell the boss that you can eat here at noon. Just one meal, you should be fine. "
Mother Ding also knew what she said.
It's just that, in desperation, I still want to try my luck.
Hearing that she wanted to keep her here for dinner, Mother Ding shook her head quickly: "No, no, I I still have enough money. Go to work, I'll go back first."
She glanced at the waitress uniform her daughter was wearing. There was even some oil stains on the corners of the clothes, and the smell of food was all over her body, and she suddenly felt sad.
Mother Ding couldn't bear to look more, so she ran back in a hurry.
Yu Miao stood where she was and smiled slightly, turned around and went back to the hotel.
After entering, I changed back into my clothes, and went back to the meeting room on the second floor: "I just talked about the reform of chain stores, first of all, hygiene issues"
The hotel manager downstairs was at a loss.
Big Boss, what kind of hobby is this? Love playing as a waiter?
Yu Miao's assistant looked unpredictable: "Don't ask if there are too many, just cooperate with the boss to act."
The hotel manager nodded.
This is probably the distance between these migrant workers and the real rich.
Must be remembering bitterness and thinking sweet, so as to motivate yourself to work harder?
The image of Yu Miao in the manager's heart suddenly became radiant. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com