The Almighty Little Chef

The boss watched the two begging him here for a long time, with a sincere attitude, and the little girl was also very well-behaved. It seemed that she was about the same age as her own daughter.

"Great!"

"thank you boss."

"Wait! Don't be too happy for the two of you. Although the other workers here are thirty-five to forty an hour, you are newbies. According to the handling frequency of the old workers, you will calculate the money by the box, one box. Two cents, how much money you make depends on how much you move, you can do it, if you can’t, forget it.”

The boss repeatedly stressed that these two people don't know what it is, and no matter how kindhearted he is, he can't lose it.

"it is good!"

The two nodded in agreement.

When the boss took the two to the warehouse, he saw workers moving things one by one. Most of them were carrying two to three boxes at a time, and those with more strength would move one more, and the speed was very stable.

Duanmuhong looked at the box that was 40 to 50 centimeters high. How much he had to move would be enough for such a 20 centimeters.

"Okay, this is it, if you regret it now, you can go back." The boss obviously wanted the two to retreat.

"Let's move." Jiang Xiaofei said firmly.

"There are clothes there, you can wear them, save yours from getting dirty, remember to return the clothes when you're done."

"thank you boss."

The boss waved his hand and handed the two of them over to the person who was overseeing the work, and went back.

The two discussed it, went back and talked to the seniors who were resting, and came back quickly.

"Wow, what's the smell!" Duanmuhong took the clothes and smelled it. There was a strong smell of sweat, mixed with the smell of tobacco.

As soon as Jiang Xiaofei got close to here, she smelled this unusual smell, and immediately closed her sense of smell.

She glanced at Duanmuhong, and casually chose the smallest set and put it on.

"You really wear it." Duanmuhong looked at Jiang Xiaofei.

"Well, it's up to you whether you want to wear it or not." Jiang Xiaofei glanced at his expensive clothes.

If you have money, you can make it casually. Anyway, she is poor, so she should wear work clothes.

Looking at Jiang Xiaofei's back casually walking away, Duanmuhong pinched his nose with his hands, glanced at it with disgust, and endured wearing it.

At the beginning, Duanmuhong could keep up with the pace of other stevedores. Carrying or holding two or three boxes at a time, he gradually felt insufficient and his breathing was slow and rapid. Because of the physical work, he sweated more and more, and his pace was slow. Gradually unable to keep up.

Jiang Xiaofei easily walked to Duanmuhong with three boxes, kindly reminded him, "You can carry one box at a time, and take a rest when you are tired."

After speaking, he showed a relaxed figure and walked towards the truck.

Duanmuhong looked at Jiang Xiaofei, everyone was carrying things together, "Why isn't she tired?"

Duanmuhong also slowly slowed down and moved slowly. He couldn't be embarrassed and didn't care about his image at all. He was still an artist anyway.

The photographer behind looked at Duanmuhong and wanted to remind him that your image was long gone. Look at your face now, black and white, panting as if you had just been kicked out by a dog.

Especially when compared with Jiang Xiaofei, who has a clean face, it is even more obvious.