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12. Which is more important, eating or clocking in?

"From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed the horses, chop wood, and travel around the world."

"From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea, and the flowers are blooming in spring."

Because of the change of seasons, the leaves have fluttered away from the trunk, leaving only the lonely, scattered and messy branches. The big tree that seemed strong in the summer now looks like it has lost weight and is thin, which does not give people any sense.

A little sense of dependence.

The wind blowing on the face was icy cold and stinging. The sky was dark and the sun succumbed to the laws of nature and converged, letting the gray winter blow across the city.

Snow was falling from the sky, and the cold wind was blowing. The old man on the street, wrapped in thick winter clothes, took a broom and swept away the fallen leaves and fine snow on the road.

His gray hair and beard match the white tree trunks behind him.

Dead trees with fallen leaves, cold-toned sky and streets.

The wind whistled at the corners of the thin boy's clothes. He put his hands in his pockets and looked calmly at the girl in front of him who was holding a stack of documents tightly with her back to him. Unlike the boy, she wore a thick cotton-padded jacket.

She was still wearing a furry scarf, but her eyes were red and her whole body was trembling.

He stared at her for a long time, and finally his face, already frozen in the cold air, moved, and finally he managed to squeeze out an indifferent smile.

"Really cold."

Mr. Qianyuan suddenly said softly.

"yes."

The girl let out a breath of mist.

Mr. Qianyuan glanced at the shivering girl and couldn't help but ask: "Is it okay if you didn't have breakfast?"

"It doesn't matter, work is still important."

The document in his hand was trembling up and down due to the wind.

The young man shook his head and said, "But I always think breakfast is more important."

Wuzi walked into the store and sat down. He raised his hand and ordered a portion of fried rice. Today he also added an extra cup of hot soy milk.

Sure enough, the food here is delicious, especially when looking at the office workers passing by in a hurry. Thinking that they have to be so busy even on Saturdays, Mr. Qianyuan can't help but feel a sense of schadenfreude. After all, he only goes to the company to sit.

Eating snacks and drinking coffee with the air conditioner blowing on, charging and playing games at the same time is not the same as being in jail like them.

"Zhuda, sit down!"

Following the plot in the classic comics, he patted the table towards the girl outside to indicate that the seat opposite was still vacant. It was really silly to stand outside in this winter.

"Why are you in such a hurry to get in? I guess the air conditioner in the room hasn't been turned on yet, and you haven't even eaten anything just to catch up on a drama?" He shook his head and said.

"I can't help it. Nowadays, when girls socialize, they rely on idol stars to talk about things. It's definitely not what I want to see." Zhu Dacai said with a sigh.

But the acting is fake.

Mr. Qianyuan really doesn’t understand the preferences of today’s young people.

For the mentally aging elderly who are prematurely aging, eating and sleeping are the most important things in life, especially eating a good meal and sleeping well. As for having fun, it can be done after eating and sleeping, or at the same time while eating and sleeping.

Do it, but not before them, because that would be disrespectful to the important life events of "eating and sleeping".

So Mr. Qianyuan, who was pulled up by a girl and forced to drive today, was very unhappy. He hadn't eaten a good meal yet, and his good sleep was disturbed in the middle of his sleep. This unhappiness finally broke out in the crowded central area. He wanted to have a good breakfast.

Only then can you calm down.

I walked straight into the old shop and ordered one as usual.

For a 4-liang piece of pan-fried rice, dip one and a half cups of vinegar into it, and for a cup of soy milk, you need to add two cups of it.

If it were placed in other places, the store would probably have a headache, but not here, because it is an old customer. It has been an old customer for two years and has not stopped coming for a day. The more they eat, the more they like it.

"I'm coming."

Mr. Qianyuan took the plate from the other party in a polite manner and placed it neatly on the table.

Close to your nose, the familiar aroma still penetrates the tip of your nose. Take a few puffs and wait until the scalding heat from the oven has subsided before you dare to move your mouth. The soy milk is real soy milk, not the soy milk powder you could only drink in most breakfast shops in your previous life, so

The taste is particularly good and salty, which is particularly suitable for Mr. Qianyuan's taste. Having a sip before going to work can add some color to your boring life.

Seeing the person opposite enjoying himself, Zhuda Caimiao angrily sat directly opposite, took a chopstick in his hand and poked the small fried dumplings on the plate hard.

"Can you hurry up? I'm still waiting to watch the show!" the girl urged someone anxiously.

"No." Mr. Qianyuan happily took a sip of the soup and chuckled, his handsome face showing joy.

"It's not as important for you to watch a show as it is for me to have breakfast."

"Besides, if I really starve to death, who can you find to download the movie for you?"

The girl shook her head and said openly: "You won't die if you don't eat one meal."

“It’s even better if you don’t watch one episode.”

He rolled his eyes and allowed the girl opposite to imitate his own example, picking one up and putting it on the empty plate next to him.

Pan-fried is my favorite, and vinegar is even more so. One of my two favorites has been taken away from me. It doesn’t matter. I’ll just calculate the price according to the quantity later. As long as I don’t take away the vinegar on the plate, everything will be fine.

He prepared tissues on the table in advance and put the documents on the table to his side to avoid getting stained by oil. Qianyuan moved his stool back consciously. He could already predict the next scene in advance.

"What are you doing?"

The girl who was savoring the food looked up curiously and asked.

"Tsk~ It's okay... I was looking forward to it in vain."

I didn’t expect that Miss Caimiao who was outside would actually take her image into consideration and take small bites, right?

It's just a pity that I didn't see the picture I wanted to see.

One bite from the left, another bite from the left, and a tacit understanding of cooperation. Mr. Qianyuan got the best of both worlds. It can be said that it was the most refreshing breakfast he had before going to work.

After taking a final sip of the refill of soy milk, Qianyuan pursed her lips, wiped her mouth with a tissue, threw it into the trash can, arranged her chopsticks, and waved goodbye to her fellow villagers.

"What are you doing? Still want to eat?"

"A little hungry."

Looking back at Ms. Zhuda Caimiao who was still reluctant to leave, she was rushing to get to the office a moment ago, but now her appetite has been whetted.

Mr. Qianyuan had no choice but to go to the nearby store and get an egg pancake. He held it in his hand and handed it to her.

Seeing the older girl opposite looking forward and backward, he was furious.

"Unique skill, I said I was hungry just now, but now I buy it and don't eat it. Isn't it disrespectful to me?"

"No, I feel that I still have to consider my personal image. It would be too embarrassing to be photographed eating on the street."

"ill!"

Fortunately, the office was not far away. Mr. Qianyuan walked quickly. He didn't care about the elderly idol who was very sick behind him. He just hurried to the air-conditioned room to feel more comfortable.

"By the way, the total is 132 yen. Any changes will be removed, 130! Please remember to pay later. Change is not allowed."

Mr. Chihara, who had a stack of paper tucked into the lining of his clothes, turned around and shouted to the girl not far behind him.
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