Fortunately, the place assigned by Zhao Weiwei to serve food is very close to Gu Changan. In addition, it takes time to prepare meals. When she is free, Zhao Weiwei will also help Gu Changan serve food.

One dish was chicken soup, which was served in a porcelain basin as big as the face. Gu Changan wanted to carry it over one basin at a time, but she saw that others were carrying it over one basin at a time. She was already far behind, so she

I was ruthless and imitated others to hold a basin in one hand.

After just two steps, she regretted it.

At first, when my hand touched the porcelain basin, I didn't feel it was hot. After taking two steps, I felt my hand getting hotter and hotter.

The weight of the two porcelain pots of chicken soup was beyond her imagination. Holding the two pots of chicken soup, Gu Changan felt that his hands were about to be broken.

She wanted to throw the chicken soup on the ground, but she couldn't and didn't dare. These two pots of chicken soup were enough to cover her wages for several days.

She quickly looked around to see if there was anywhere she could put her things.

To her disappointment, she found no such place.

So she became cruel and increased the speed of her feet.

I finally got to the table, but the table was already full and there was no room for chicken soup.

An aunt sitting at the dining table said: "Your waiter's hands are really good. You can carry such a big basin of soup with one hand."

Gu Changan didn't care what others said at this moment, she just wanted to put down this heavy and hot porcelain basin right now.

The others didn't even look at Gu Changan, they were all eating their own food, let alone making room for Gu Changan to put the chicken soup.

The aunt noticed Gu Changan and had no intention of moving.

Just when Gu Changan didn't know what to do, Zhao Weiwei appeared.

She adjusted the dishes on the table and left a place for the porcelain basin. Gu Changan quickly placed the chicken soup in his hand on the empty place.

Another pot of chicken soup was also taken by Zhao Weiwei and placed on another dining table.

The moment she put down the chicken soup, Gu Changan felt like she was alive. She quickly shook her hand to relieve the pain in her wrist.

Zhao Weiwei came close to Gu Changan's ear,

"Why are you so honest in your work? I don't even dare to serve two pots at once. If the food is served slowly, it will be slow. You have only been here not long, no one will say anything about you."

Gu Changan knew that Zhao Weiwei was doing this for her own good. After thanking her, she hurried to serve the food.

After several hours of hard work, it was finally over.

Zhao Weiwei and Gu Changan both slumped on their chairs.

Zhao Weiwei touched her belly and said weakly,

"This family is really amazing, they pack the food so cleanly. I'm so hungry, Chang'an, are you hungry?"

Gu Changan replied feebly.

"I almost have no energy to speak. Do you think I'm not hungry?"

Zhao Weiwei was so hungry that she couldn't stand it anymore, so she thought of an idea.

"Chang'an, how about we make a deal and buy something to eat. If I don't eat, I will starve to death."

Gu Changan was indeed hungry and wanted to eat. But when she thought about spending money, she didn't want to eat.

"Weiwei, if you want to eat, you can buy it yourself. Dinner will be served in a while. I won't do much work at the moment. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Zhao Weiwei felt that what Gu Changan said was reasonable, and she didn't want to spend more money.

So the two of them were like salted fish, slumped on the chairs, waiting for the meal to be served.

Just when Zhao Weiwei was drowsy, she suddenly smelled the smell of pickled pig's trotters and pickled fish.

Zhao Weiwei checked the time and saw that it wasn't even dinner time yet.

Could it be that he was hallucinating from hunger?
Chapter completed!