Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 91 I want to work in Hua Street
The next day, when Xier got up, washed and was about to collect clothes from the clothesline, she found that the clothes she had washed and put on the clothesline last night had disappeared.

"Mom, did you see the laundry I did last night?"

After searching the yard but not finding it, she had to go back to the house to ask her mother. However, there was no need to ask this question after she entered the house. She only saw her brother sitting at the dining table wearing the clothes she washed last night.

It’s windy in summer and clothes dry overnight.

"Your brother wanted that dress, so I gave it to him."

The woman sounded somewhat helpless when she replied. Her son, who usually slept in, got up early today for fear that if he got up too late, his clothes would be taken away by his sister.

After getting up, he yelled at her to collect the clothes, and put them on even though the clothes on the clothesline were still a little wet.

"But those are the guests' clothes."

Hill said with some embarrassment.

"No, this is mine."

The boy stands beside his mother, asserting his sovereignty over the clothes on his body.

"That's not yours, don't get it dirty, take it off quickly."

Hill wanted his brother to take off his clothes, but the boy was unwilling to hide behind his mother.

"It's just a piece of clothing, don't embarrass your brother."

After the two of them walked around a few times, the woman began to speak.

"But I was unable to take the clothes back after I brought them. How can I explain this to the customer?"

Hill asked his mother, she didn't want to make things difficult for her brother.

"You've been out working for some time, and I've never seen you buy any decent gifts for your brother. So, this second-hand piece of clothing worn by someone else can be considered a gift from you to your brother.

As for the customer, you can tell him that he accidentally lost the dress and give him some money to compensate for it. "

Before Hill could say anything else, he was pushed out of the door by his mother.

"I didn't prepare your meal this morning, so you can go to the cafeteria at the restaurant where you work and eat. Your brother is still young, so as his older sister, you should be more considerate of him."

The woman said a few more words, and without giving her any room to say anything else, she closed the gate.

"boom!"

Looking at the gate closing in front of him, Hill fell into distress.

In desperation, she could only go to Guihuafang first.

"What, your brother took over the clothes you brought back for washing?"

Hua Ling, who was drinking porridge and eating buns in the store, was stunned after hearing about the accident that happened to her friend.

"Didn't you tell your family that those weren't your clothes, but those of a customer in the store?"

"I did, but it was no use. My brother didn't listen to me at all."

"Your parents don't care?"

"My father doesn't care about it, but as for my mother..."

Hill shook his head and repeated his mother's attitude and words at home to his friend before continuing, "Actually, I gave my brother a gift before, but he thought the gift had the silliness of a stupid sister like me, so he threw it away."

"Your mother is really partial."

"It's also my fault that I'm too stupid, that's why I'm not liked."

"What are you going to do?"

"All we can do is apologize and compensate."

"The texture of that dress is very good, it doesn't look cheap, but the little customer yesterday really liked your looks, so he shouldn't make it too difficult for you."

Hua Ling said, and seeing that her friend still looked worried, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know if I have enough money to pay for it," Hill said truthfully.

"I remember you didn't have much to spend money on, did you?"

Hua Ling was a little surprised.

"Apart from buying books, there is really not much to spend money on, but I always make mistakes and my salary is deducted. Three-quarters of my monthly salary has to be given to my family. Now I only have less than 400 yuan in my wallet."

"Ah, this..."

The monthly salary of a waiter at Guihuafang is 6,000 yuan. My friend has been working here for almost two months. Although he has been fined a lot of money for making mistakes, he can't even take out 400 yuan, which is really miserable.

"Lingling, what do you think about me going to the red-light district to get another job at night? I heard that you can make a lot of money just by touching the customers' hands."

Miss Hill consulted her bestie.

"No, that place called Huajie is a quagmire for women. We shouldn't go there."

Hua Ling was shocked and quickly stopped her friend from having the dangerous idea of ​​working in Huajie.

"Hey, if you really don't have enough money to pay, I can lend you some."

She sighed and took out her small wallet.

"May I?"

Hill looked over with wide eyes.

"Of course, we are friends."

Hua Ling smiled.

. . . .

"It is said that this street was sent here by the conquered indigenous tribes after the founding of the empire by the First Emperor. The descendants of the indigenous people who surrendered to the First Emperor's rights settled here generation after generation, and that's how the street was formed..."

At noon, Leone talked about the history of the birth of the street, which was not sure whether it was true or not, and came to the entrance of Osmanthus House with Broly and others.

Before dawn in the morning, she went to the hotel entrance to wait for the guests who asked her to be their tour guide, and then she took a group of little guests to visit the scenery of the imperial capital for the whole morning.

"Then guests, you are going to have lunch, so I won't disturb you. After you finish lunch, if you want to continue to visit the imperial capital, then we will continue to visit."

Leone's forehead was covered with sweat, but she had a smile on her face. She had earned a lot of tips for showing people the way last night. Today, she worked so hard as a tour guide, and these generous guests must give her more tips.

With such anticipation, she squatted in the shadow by the roadside, took out the steamed buns she brought in the morning from her arms, and paired them with the roast chicken left over from last night wrapped in butter paper, preparing to use them for today's lunch.

"This won't fill you up. Come in and eat with us."

But before he started eating, he was stopped by the generous boy from yesterday and invited to have dinner at Guihuafang.

"We're treating you, you don't have to worry about the money, just order the food and eat."

"That's not good. I'm a tour guide and I'm sitting at the table with the guests."

"There's nothing wrong with that. It's just one more person to eat after all."

Pulled by Broly, the tomboy-looking Leone reluctantly entered Osmanthus House.

It was her first time to visit such a large hotel, and she felt a little nervous after entering.

Leone, who has yet to bargain for a belt-type imperial weapon on the black market, lives cautiously as an orphan in the slums.

"Boss, we are here to take care of your business again. Is the 10% discount you said yesterday still valid?"

"Of course, what would you like to order, my little guests?"

"Bring me a menu first, and make two extra copies of the signature dishes."

"Okay, there is a private room upstairs, please take a seat!"

(End of this chapter)