P.S.: My new book, "I'm Not a Theatrical God," is now online~~
"October 9, 2016, overcast."
"Today, I carelessly delivered the tomato stir-fried tomatoes meant for Table 3 to Table 6... I'm so useless."
"Although the customers at Table 6 hadn't touched it, and Third Uncle later made another serving for Table 3, I really shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake... Third Uncle is already so busy every day, yet I actually caused him more trouble. Sigh..."
"Third Uncle's birthday is coming up soon, but I still haven't saved enough money for a gift. Even though I've secretly been working part-time at the convenience store every night lately, it still feels like I'm a little short. I wonder if Meng Xiang would be willing to lend me some? Other than him, I really don't have any other friends."
"Borrow money, borrow money... How am I supposed to bring it up?"
The pen tip lightly touched the yellowed diary. Ink slowly bled across the page as a young man in an apron sat blankly at the table, staring out at the bare, dim alley beyond the window. After a long while, he let out a deep sigh.
"Why can't things in this world be as simple as washing dishes?"
Ring ring ring—
Just as he was lost in thought, a loud alarm went off beside him.
He snapped back to his senses as if waking from a dream, swiftly turned off the alarm, then rose and meticulously returned the pen and diary to their original places before hurrying out the door.
The building had two floors. The upper floor was where he and Third Uncle usually lived, while downstairs was Third Uncle's rustic restaurant. It was already past ten at night, and the restaurant had long since closed.