Chapter 1
351 Words
"One, two, three." Zhang Lei, with a slight tilt of his phoenix eyes, casually tossed the dice into the penholder on the table.
The parabola traced a beautiful arc in the air.
The moment the dice landed, a crisp clink resounded through the shop.
Dian Xiaodi covered his eyes with his hand, exclaiming, "Oh! Gadzooks! Another one broken!"
"Time to clock out, let's go," Zhang Lei said.
Dian Xiaodi glanced at his wristwatch, stunned: "Due to your 'frugality', there isn't a single item in this room to tell time. How do you know when it's time? I just came back from a trip, and now, Boss, you're omniscient?"
Zhang Lei chuckled lightly, "After three days, it's customary; she must break a dish or bowl before she'll leave work."
Finally, Xiaodi's little universe erupted: "Heavens, why did you hire her?"
The fervor of this question was no less than asking, "Why on earth did you marry her?" To appease his beloved employee, Zhang Lei feigned deep thought, though a hint of a smile inadvertently curled at the corner of his mouth.
Hiring that person was purely serendipitous.
That day, the café was nearly closing. Yet, she burst in.
"I'm here for the server job." She glanced at the job advertisement in her hand, pondered for a moment, perhaps finally finding something she could handle, and decided with finality.
"Show me what you've got," he said, giving her a once-over. She wasn't stunning, just average in looks, but her crescent-shaped eyes were quite charming.
Her eyes formed perfect question marks as she asked, "Does serving require special skills?"
He replied indifferently, "Then, Miss, feel free to leave."
She said, "Alright, I can make tiramisu," with a hint of grievance.
To this day, he still doesn't understand why he would hire a server who makes tiramisu but is prone to breaking dishes.
Tiramisu, Xiaodi can make it, the pastry chef in the shop can make it, and of course, he can too.
That day, her tiramisu was somewhat bitter, yet he tasted the flavor of nostalgia. Perhaps he was being overly sentimental, wasn't he?
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