Chapitre 2: Chapter 2 The uncle is Mr. Si
Because she had to make enough roast chicken to sell for a whole day, the workload was heavy. Yan Rongrong was hungry and worked with her parents until past eleven o'clock.
Lin Xin shouted.
"Okay, you ride the tricycle to deliver the goods, and your dad and I will do the rest."
After receiving the order, Yan Rongrong took off her apron and went to wash her hands. She couldn't help but look down at her belly. It was still very flat and she couldn't see anything, but the huge feeling of hunger reminded her that there was something in her belly. The baby is hungry.
While her father was loading the bucket of roasted chicken into the car, she ran to the bun shop next to her, bought two meat buns, and devoured them in the shop.
She didn't dare to take it home. Last time she wanted to buy it and eat it with her parents, but her mother scolded her for a long time, saying that she was greedy and spent money carelessly.
She swallowed all the buns in her mouth before returning to her shop. Yan Jianghe glanced at her and probably smelled the buns on her body, but said nothing, only telling her to be careful on the road.
Yan Rongrong nodded and rode a tricycle with six large buckets of roast chicken.
She didn't expect that the place where she was going to deliver the goods would be a very high-end hotel. It was in the most prosperous urban area, in a prime location, and was filled with well-dressed rich people.
Wearing a sun hat, a white T-shirt, and sun protection sleeves, she rode a tricycle to the small door of the kitchen.
The kitchen manager was slightly surprised when he saw that a cute little girl was delivering the goods, but he didn't say anything. He just asked Yan Rongrong to move all the goods in.
Yan Rongrong quickly agreed.
Seeing her as a little girl struggling to lift a large bucket weighing sixty or seventy kilograms, the manager frowned slightly.
"Are your adults very busy? Why do you want a child to deliver goods?"
Yan Rongrong smiled obediently.
"Well, my parents' store is very busy. Don't worry, I will help you carry it in."
Carrying the heavy bucket of roasted chicken, Yan Rongrong felt the pulling sensation in her stomach. She expected that the baby would be aborted so that she would not have to go to the hospital, because she had no money to go to the hospital and did not dare to talk to her parents. explain.
While she was trying her best to carry buckets of roasted chicken to the kitchen, a black Bentley parked on the side of the road.
"Boheng, why did you stop?"
Faxiao followed Si Boheng's gaze and was slightly surprised.
"Isn't this the kid you saved that day in the bar?"
Si Boheng looked at Yan Rongrong in front of him who was struggling to carry a big bucket, with a gloomy expression on his face. In theory, he didn't want to meddle in other people's business. After all, he only meddleed in his own business once that day and handed over the virginity he had saved for thirty years. out.
But seeing her thin body and the beads of sweat dripping down her face, the scene of her holding him sweetly calling her uncle that day suddenly flashed through my mind, as well as that sweet-smelling body.
He quickly took a deep breath, cursing himself as a beast in his heart. Not only did he fail to control himself and slept with her before, but now he saw that she still had evil thoughts, it was simply shameful.
He opened the car door and walked over.
"Boheng"
Yan Rongrong had already carried three big buckets in, and there were still three buckets left. She wiped the sweat from her face and prepared to lift them all in at one go. Her stomach felt stretched, but it didn't hurt. She had to use a little more force, maybe the baby It will be gone.
Thinking that the baby would be killed by her own hands, she suddenly felt very sad, and tears mixed with sweat fell down together.
With her eyes blurred by tears, she saw a hand with sharp bones reaching out, and then the roasted chicken bucket was taken away.
Yan Rongrong raised his head and met those familiar deep eyes.
Her eyes widened in shock.
"You...uncle?"
Si Boheng saw her eyes were red and frowned slightly.
"Tired? Don't do it if you're tired. Why are you crying?"
Yan Rongrong sniffed and shook his head.
"I'm not crying, I'm sweating."
"Then wipe it. Do you need to mention all of this?"
Yan Rongrong nodded.
"Well, they are all booked at this hotel."
Si Boheng carried two buckets in each hand and walked in. Yan Rongrong was startled and quickly wanted to grab them.
"Uncle, no need, I can move in by myself."
Si Boheng glanced over with a pair of deep eyes. Yan Rongrong subconsciously felt a little scared and quietly let go.
Si Boheng carried the two buckets into the kitchen.
"Are you putting it here?"
The person in charge was checking the items purchased today without looking up.
"Yes, just put it there."
After saying that, he was surprised to realize that it was a man's voice. He looked up and his face suddenly changed.
He hurriedly closed his notebook and walked over with a smile on his face.
"Master Si, you... why are you here? With your status, Master Si, why do you come to a place with so much fumes like the kitchen?"
Si Boheng ignored him and went out to bring in the bucket of roast chicken.
"Are you okay now? Just pay her."
The manager in charge was surprised when he saw Yan Rongrong standing at the door. Does this girl who looks too young actually know Mr. Si? And let someone with Master Si's status help her carry the roasted chicken bucket?
Not to mention him, no one in the wealthy circles of Kyoto could imagine that Si Boheng could do such a job as carrying a bucket of roasted chicken.
The Si family is a truly wealthy family. It has resources accumulated over several generations, which is different from those wealthy families with weak backgrounds.
Si Boheng was the only young member of the Si family, the top figure in the wealthy circles of Kyoto. How could this little girl selling roast chicken know Mr. Si? And asked Mr. Si to help her carry the roasted chicken bucket?
The steward immediately made a judgment in his mind that the little girl had to be fawning.
He quickly walked up to Yan Rongrong with his purchasing book in hand.
"Little girl, you said you know Mr. Si, why didn't you tell me earlier? You don't have to deliver these goods in person in the future. We will send people to your store to sell them. We agreed before that they will cost 80 yuan each, and I will give you an increase. OK, one hundred and twenty, do you think that's okay?"
After giving the price, the manager carefully asked for Yan Rongrong's opinion.
Yan Rongrong was stunned. She felt that eighty yuan was not cheap anymore, but the manager suddenly gave her an increase of forty. How much more would she earn?
She was surprised and quickly bowed to the steward.
"Thank you, the price is very good, uncle, thank you very much."
The manager's attitude is very good now, he waved his hand.
"You're welcome, you should, you should," he looked at Si Boheng quietly, as if Mr. Si didn't look well.
He didn't dare to talk to Yan Rongrong anymore, so he paid the money happily and went to work quickly.
Yan Rongrong left the kitchen with tens of thousands of dollars in her bag. She was thinking that if she paid her parents eighty yuan for each bird, would she be able to go to the hospital for surgery with the remaining money? Even if her parents check her account in the future, the money has been spent. If she insists on not telling her, the most she will get is a beating and starvation for a few days.
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