Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past.

Chapter 120 Waiter

Forget who said that snow is the appearance of rain after death.

And in Night City, there are not many snowfalls throughout the year.

Just like the people here, most of them died in obscurity, with no bones left.

"Pearl! A mandarin duck pot at table 11!"

"Miss Doug! Table 4 needs three pairs of chopsticks, plus three porcelain bowls!"

"Waiter! Add more soup to the pot!"

……

Pearl Doug hated noon and night.

When it's meal time, she turns into a busy bee, going back and forth between the tables, dizzy.

When did life start to look like this?
Arms crossed together, supporting the bottom of the hot pot.

He holds a heavy kettle in his left hand.

He held three stacks of porcelain bowls in his right hand, and three pairs of chopsticks between his fingers.

Pearl Doug was busy walking in a hurry, his posture was like a prisoner in handcuffs, embarrassed and funny.

"Porcelain bowls and chopsticks for table 4...the mandarin duck pot bottom for table 11...and one more...soup for table 6..." Her lips moved slightly, she chewed one request after another. Inhaling some food-scented air to satisfy your hunger can also arrange the order in your mind so that your exhausted brain will not make any mistakes.

The guests at table 4 were three beautiful women, two of them were dressed as students, and the remaining one looked like a vice-professional elite.

The guests at table 11 were a little strange. The costumes on their bodies looked like military equipment, and of course they might be Cosplay costumes.

There were a lot of people at table 6. One man, four women and five people filled the round table, which looked very lively.

"Please use it slowly..." With a mask-like professional smile on his face, Pearl provided services to the guests at these tables one by one in the order that he had just revisited in his mind.

The guests at tables 4 and 6 are very kind, even for a small waiter like her, they greet her with a smile.

The guests at table 11 were rather taciturn. The woman with brown hair frowned, while the other woman with short red hair propped her head up, expressionless.

Vaguely, she smelled a little familiar smell of blood from them.

Just like her boyfriend who left without saying goodbye.

Yes.

The rusty brain turned slowly, and the memories of the past gradually became clearer.

Pearl Doug recalled why he had fallen into such a situation.

Her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, works in military technology.

It is said to be going to work, but it is actually equivalent to serving in the army.

Pearl had smelled something similar from her boyfriend during their tender night of reunion after a long absence.

The taste of iron blood and chill.

Originally, she was paid well according to her boyfriend's job, and she was working in the company through her relatives, so she seemed to have a promising future.

But within a few days, everything fell apart.

First, the boyfriend suddenly lost contact for some reason.

Then the family of the uncle with the same surname Doug suffered a catastrophe—the aunt died of a medical accident, her uncle Rob Doug went crazy, detonated the explosives on his body in the street, and was accused by public opinion of being a murderer, and her cousin who had a good relationship with her Also committed suicide by taking drugs...

On the 18th, there was also a robot kidnapping incident, and more than half of the store was bombed.

Thanks to her cleverness hiding under the table, her head was not opened by the shards of glass like the other waiter...

Before experiencing these things herself, she didn't realize that life is so fragile.

Those once beautiful lives have become gradually blurred memories.

Like a bubble, it distorts the light blatantly to dress up as a illusion.

until broken into scattered residues.

Like being spit on the ground by someone casually.

"Pearl! Table 11 needs to add two servings of beef slices!"

"Come right now!" She responded subconsciously, even though her brain didn't react at all.

Pearl rubbed her blurred eyes, and patted her face hard a few times to wake herself up.

Although strictly speaking, the store provides a self-service mode at night, but the customer is God, and it is enough to meet any requirements.

She curled her lips, trotted directly to the back kitchen, took two pieces of fresh beef and then quickly returned.

"They said they only eat supper, why did they suddenly bring me to such a high-end store?"

From afar, I could hear the guests at table 11 talking about something.

"Seeing that you are restless, I will reward you...don't think too much, just work with peace of mind..." the red-haired woman comforted, and casually glanced in Pearl's direction.

"Two slices of beef... please take it easy..." With lowered eyes, she respectfully held two plates of beef and placed them on the shelf beside the table.

"Thank you..." the brown-haired woman thanked her, and then continued to communicate with her companions.

Pearl Doug didn't continue to deliberately listen to what they were saying.

The red-haired woman's intentional or unintentional eyes just now made her break out in cold sweat and tremble all over.

Combining the previous details, it can be inferred with high probability that these two guests are special occupations such as soldiers or secret agents.

Like her ex-boyfriend, everything involved has the tag of military secrecy.

Even if she was given nine lives, she would not dare to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Pearl Doug is an ordinary person, but he has some strange hobbies.

She always likes to secretly listen to a few words while serving guests, hoping to find some stories or materials that can relieve loneliness and make fun of them.

For example, there was a table of guests before, because she broke up with her girlfriend, and she cried there for several hours. She likes to go around the table every time, listen a little here, listen a little there, and finally put together some Use the plot stories for your own entertainment.

After all, this is the only place for entertainment in her busy working life.

"Pearl! Table 4 wants a mandarin duck pot!"

"Come on!"

It seems that during festivals, there will be many more customers ordering Mandarin Duck Pot than usual.

Pearl scattered her thoughts casually, and came out of the back kitchen with a pot of mandarin ducks in a steady manner.

I don't know if she was thinking too much, but she always felt that the customer at table 4 looked familiar.

"Bonnie, are you going to take you home tonight?"

"Why do you ask this? You can't hold it anymore?"

"Go, go, go...my mother is still here, what are you talking about!"

The blond girl blushed when teased by another girl with a dimple on her face.

Full of the flavor of youth.

Pearl envied such a normal life.

"Mandarin duck pot, please use it slowly." She repeated mechanically, and after gently putting down the bottom of the pot, she turned and left.

"If Bei..." The mature woman in the workplace changed her words with a smile, "If Bonnie has this wish, and Sophia is also willing, I actually have no objection..."

"Mom! What are you talking about..." Sophia blushed, and simply lay down on the table and pretended to be dead.

(End of this chapter)