I heard that I'm a black fan

Chapter 1 1. The second floor of the fried chicken shop
Midsummer, noon, sunny.

It rained in the morning. I thought it was to cool down the continuously high temperature city, but when the rain stopped at noon, the feeling of stuffiness surged up, and the whole city was like a huge sauna.

Hot and dry, no wind.

The temperature has also soared to 37 degrees.

It was meal time, and there were delivery men in delivery uniforms shuttling through the streets and alleys.

The hot temperature did not stop them from rushing into the store, waiting for the meal, picking up the meal, and finally delivering it to the person who ordered it.

An Sheng is one of these delivery people, but he is different from ordinary delivery people because he only delivers food from one store.

It's a fried chicken shop.

Or this fried chicken restaurant is his.

The door of "There is a fried chicken shop here" was pushed open, and plenty of cold air rushed in, which was in obvious contrast to the scorching air on the back.It's cool in the front and hot in the back.

The shop is not big, with seven or eight tables inside. The cash register and ordering area are directly opposite the door, and the back kitchen is behind.The decoration is simple and clear. Like traditional fast food restaurants, this is a paradise for students and children.

Three or four of the seven or eight tables were seated, all of them were students, some were eating and some were lying on the table doing their homework.

Because of the hot weather, the number of people in the store at noon began to decrease, but the order for takeaways increased, and there was only Ansheng, the deliveryman in the store, so Ansheng was too busy these days.

Walking to the counter, he pulled out a chair and sat beside the counter, wiping his sweat and saying, "Xiao Liu, pour me a can of Coke."

The girl standing at the counter wearing the shop uniform of the fried chicken shop picked up a paper cup and poured a cup of Coke from the Coke machine with ice cubes and handed it over.

An Sheng raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.

Put down the paper cup: "Comfortable."

An Sheng leaned on the chair and complained, "Going out today is really killing people, and there are still so many orders."

Xiao Liu at the counter said, "You should talk to the store manager and find another delivery person."

"Come on, that man's money grew on his kidneys. If you want him to spend money to find another deliveryman, it's the same as killing him."

Xiao Liu was amused by his words, but she also agreed with what An Sheng said.

"Are you embarrassed to say me?" The curtain of the back kitchen opened and a man came out, wearing a mask and an apron.

This is Zhao Lang, the owner and chef of this restaurant, who is also An Sheng's high school classmate.

Zhao Lang took off his mask: "You said I was stingy, didn't I learn how to be stingy from you?"

Zhao Lang is not too tall, and his facial features are not too outstanding. According to his own words, he is an ordinary person, and An Sheng thinks what he said is right.

Contrary to him, An Sheng's appearance is relatively high, he is 1.8 meters four, a handsome guy with three-dimensional features and sharp edges and corners.

No one knows how these two people play together.

An Sheng refused to admit it and said, "Am I picky? I'm thrifty."

Zhao Lang smacked his lips, and didn't want to discuss with him on the topic of being stingy anymore, because he knew that he would definitely not be able to talk to him, so he simply changed the topic.

"By the way, there's not enough lettuce in the store, remember to buy some from outside later."

This fried chicken restaurant is jointly opened by An Sheng and Zhao Lang. The two of them have a clear division of labor, one is in charge of fried chicken and the other is in charge of food delivery.

Zhao Lang didn't go to university after graduating from high school. He started to learn how to cook with a cook. Apprentices usually take one or two years to learn how to cook, but Zhao Lang was clever since he was a child.

Before that, he had been working as a cook in his master's restaurant until three years ago when he jumped ship and opened this fried chicken restaurant with An Sheng, because the cost of opening a restaurant was considered too high in the early stages, and neither of them could afford it. , so the two combined and chose the fried chicken restaurant.

After two or three years of hard work, the fried chicken restaurant has survived. Although it will be a little busy every day, it will be fine if you get used to it.

The takeaway machine in the store started to place orders, and Zhao Lang went back to the back kitchen after finishing his speech.An Sheng was enjoying the cool air of the air conditioner.

The hot air didn't seem to give the night a face. It was already dark, but the heat didn't decrease at all, and it was even worse than during the day.Fortunately, there is no daytime sun.

After dinner in the evening, An Sheng drove towards the store on his motorcycle. The night wind blew on his face, neither hot nor cold.Under the illumination of the street lamp, his shadow was slowly elongated.

The car turned into the commercial street, where there was a completely opposite scene from just now, the lights were brightly lit and people were buzzing, and the surrounding taverns were crowded with people pushing drinks and changing glasses.

An Sheng twisted and turned to avoid pedestrians, and finally stopped at the middle and back of the street, where their shop was.

After taking off his helmet and parking the motorcycle, he opened the door and went in.

Compared with the nearby tavern and general food store, the fried chicken restaurant seemed a little deserted. There were no customers in the restaurant, Xiao Liu was cleaning, and Zhao Lang was checking the bill at the counter.

An Sheng leaned his arms against the counter, pulled out a flyer for a fried chicken shop, and fanned it gently.

"How about it, business is okay."

"It's about the same as yesterday."

"How is it possible? Today I clearly feel that I gave more than yesterday."

Zhao Lang didn't look at him, but stared at the computer and said, "You sent a big order yesterday, but today there are more small orders, so it's almost the same as yesterday."

An Sheng sighed weakly when he heard his explanation: "What, I thought it would be a little more."

After Xiao Liu cleaned up, the shift changer had already arrived. She dragged the clothes she had taken to the fried chicken shop to change into her regular clothes, and walked to the counter.

Zhao Lang took out an envelope from the cash register and handed it to her. This was his salary. Xiao Liu thanked her and left work.

The fried chicken shop is open 24 hours, so there are two cashiers and chefs, but one is in charge of the day and the other is in charge of the night.

"I said, it's really time to hire a few more waiters to help you." An Sheng looked at the new fried chicken on the flyer. Every time Zhao Lang researched a new fried chicken flavor, he would be the first to give An Sheng a taste. An Sheng It will be launched when it feels appropriate.

"Now I feel that the business in the store has improved, and the two of them are almost overwhelmed."

Zhao Lang actually knew it, but the profit of the small shop was not very high. Although the shop was his, there was not much money left every month except the gas, water, electricity, ingredients and staff salaries.But what An Sheng said was correct. It is true that the business of the fried chicken shop is getting better and better. He looked at the running water in the computer and calculated.

"Ding dong."

An Sheng's cell phone rang, and Zhao Lang was attracted by the sound.

After reading the phone, An Sheng raised the corner of his mouth and said, "It's time to live."

After speaking, he went straight to the second floor.

Zhao Lang glanced at his back and said nothing, his eyes once again focused on the running water of the computer.

The second floor of the fried chicken shop is where An Sheng and Zhao Lang rest. There are three rooms above, of which the bedrooms of the two of them occupy two of them, leaving only the innermost room.

At this moment, An Sheng was walking inside.

This room was a little smaller than the other two rooms. An Sheng pushed open the door and turned on the light. There were few things inside. There was a bookcase and a table with a computer on it.

An Sheng turned on the computer and logged into a forum.

Then the black fan leader "Soo Hyun" went online.

(End of this chapter)