It's lunch time in the afternoon. KFC is very busy.

"Jiangdong! You're late!" Jiangdong just walked into the kitchen and changed his clothes. An urgent voice came into his ears. "Hurry to order in front. The mother Yasha came to inspect just now. She didn't see you. She looks a little angry."

"Brother Feng! I'll go now!" Jiang Dong looked in the direction of the voice. He saw that a kind-hearted middle-aged man kept winking at Jiang Dong and urging him.

The man's name is Feng Jianjun. He is the foreman and cook of KFC. He is kind and honest. Jiangdong has a very good impression of him.

"OK, don't talk nonsense here. Hurry over!" Feng Jianjun smiled foolishly and directly squeezed Jiangdong out of the back kitchen with his fat body.

Jiangdong didn't think much. When he arrived at the front desk, he began to work. He ordered and prepared meals. He was very busy.

Time passed quickly. It soon came to 9 p.m. when KFC was about to close down. Until the last table of guests in the store left, a middle-aged woman in her thirties came in from the front door with a cold face.

The sour and thin face of the visitor seems that the whole world owes her money. She is the mother Yasha in Feng Jianjun's mouth and the store manager of this KFC, Han Xia.

Han Xia is definitely a typical example of early menopause. She is not only irritable, but also often exploits the benefits of Jiangdong migrant workers. She is very hard to get along with. Everyone in the store is afraid of her.

As soon as Han Xia came in, the staff in the store immediately turned into frost eggplant and lowered their heads in an instant, as if they were afraid of being stared at by Han Xia.

However, Han Xia didn't intend to pay attention to the people at all, and directly fixed her eyes on Jiangdong

"Jiangdong!" Han Xia stared at Jiangdong coldly, said sternly to Jiangdong and asked, "you're late today, do you know?"

"I know." Jiangdong is calm and calm.

Everything Jiangdong has now, including his completely transformed temperament, there are not many things that can really move him. He can accept the mysterious thing of the system. What else is worth his fuss?

"Know? It's over?" Han Xia was angry in an instant. "Why do young people have no sense of time now? Do you still want to do it?"

Everyone cast a sympathetic eye on Jiangdong. Obviously, Han Xia made it clear that she was going to clean up Jiangdong this time!

As for the reason, does Han Xia, a moody menopausal woman, need a reason to clean up an employee?

Not at all!

"Manager Han..." Feng Jianguo stood up and planned to defend Jiangdong.

However, Han Xia didn't give Feng Jianguo almost, "it's none of your business. Do whatever you should do!"

Feng Jianguo shook his head reluctantly and could only give Jiangdong a helpless look.

Jiangdong handed Feng Jianguo a hearty look back, and then looked straight at Han Xia... Well, Jiangdong's first feeling was that this woman was really ugly.

"Since you've said that, I'll quit!" Jiang Dong brushed his lips indifferently.

Working is a part-time job, but Jiangdong is not the little man who everyone can handle a few days ago. How old is Han Xia? Do you dare to throw face at Dongge?

Take a step back. What happened to the migrant workers?

Is it a natural group to be slaughtered?