At two o'clock in the afternoon, Wesley went down the street.

Sawdust brown bread? Scorched brown bread? Or chopped black bread?

The gentleman in a formal dress chooses today's dinner in front of the bakery.

His dress is very old, old but clean, with patches of inconspicuous color difference in conspicuous areas, and casual in conspicuous areas.

But the dress is at least a full set. The dovetails, vests, breeches, shirts, and leather boots have holes in the toes, and only half of the ribbon on the top hat is left.

Such people are not uncommon in Boston and the entire United States. They were young people who came to the New World with ambitions to work hard in the past. They were finally defeated by the hands of reality. dream.

In short, ordinary.

A carriage stopped at the entrance of the street, and a glamorous gentleman jumped from the carriage, holding a long umbrella, long and strong.

He picked up a beautiful red-haired woman from the car, and the two cuddled together, passed by the husband intimately, stepped onto the long street, and drifted away.

The husband watched the beauty go away like every competent man, until the curve in his eyes was no longer clear, then he lowered his head.

"Men who wear women's clothing, women who are born for men's clothing... This world is really weird."

He wrote down today's dinner on the buffet list, took off the saw beside the shelf, skilfully saw off a small piece of sawdust bread, took it in his hand, and walked slowly to the counter scale.

"70 grams of bread, one penny, thank you." The scruffy shop manager took the money and pushed the self-service order with the bread to the man. The man expertly wrapped the paper bag, handed it out, threw the money into the cash box, and took the self-service order. Into the pocket.

"Manager, I'm going to shit." The guy said.

"Don't go to the back door of Old Getter's house. Yesterday his wife stepped on **** and blocked the door and cursed all night."

"Understood, go to the side door today."

The lazy guy walked out from the back door, bypassed the two neighbors, and walked to the old Getter’s tavern, which was very uncomfortable with the store manager. He looked around, whistling and squeezing into the dark alley where the side door was.

The so-called dark alley is, of course, the alley with a broken head.

Few outsiders know that there is actually an alley in the middle of the houses in Xiajie, but for those shops that rely on traffic to survive, the width of the shop floor determines how many people they can receive at the same time. That's why the alley is artificially circled, and on the side facing the street, it becomes a part of the storefront.

The dark alley is dirty and messy.

Old Getter’s tavern mainly specializes in inferior water and alcohol. The other end of the side door is directly connected to the lobby of the tavern. The night here is as lively as the street. The daytime here is full of dead ghosts and occasionally corpses.

The dude stepped on the lying flesh without anyone else, and picked a good place to moisturize the soil heartily.

After working on the internal affairs, he took out today's self-service manifest from his pocket, and stood up after working on the outside, and found that there was one left in the other pocket.

"Hey, let's go back..." He dropped the list in disgust and whistled again.

The whistle turned out of the alley, and one of the lying flesh on the floor moved.

The drunk stretched out his hand and fumbled on the ground. Several times he almost grabbed the gift from the guy, and fortunately avoided it. Time and time again, he finally found a comfortable point of force.

Snapped!

He slapped his slap on the rotten floor of the alley, grabbed his fingers and propped his arms, supporting the drunkard, and standing upright against the wall.

He burped limply and glanced suspiciously at the note he had caught while holding it up.

"Lucky!" He smiled, he smiled, "There was still wine in store last night, the wine list has not been lost, lucky, la...hiccup! Go home."

The drunk stuffed the note into his pocket, staggered out of the dark alley, turned around and walked into the fence wall of a wooden house away from the main street.

A young man in a waiter uniform greeted him and held him back: "Uncle Ralph! Really, you're going to drink again!"

"Little Les! Hahahahahahaha! Little Les is going to work again, to earn money for his uncle's wine, to earn money for his uncle's wine..."

He sprinkled drunken hands and danced, and a ball of paper flew out of his pocket, slammed on Les's forehead, and fell into Les's arms.

Les pushed the drunk to the ground angrily, unfolded the note and took a look: "You actually brought the wine list back! The family is almost unable to eat bread!"

"Well, ha ha ha, bread is not important..."

"Bread is not important, and wine is not important!" Little Les took out the lighter from his uniform, lit the note in front of the drunk, and threw it to the ground.

The drunk screamed and rushed forward, and he went crazy and put a note into his mouth, chewing.

"The fire is out...hiccup...It's gone, you can drink again..."

"May God drown you with wine! I'm going to work!"

Leaving behind his uncle who could not be redeemed, Les walked quickly out of the house and walked along the empty streets and upwards.

He quickly came to Hengxiang, crossed Wesley Street along the Hengxiang, turned into the upper side of the street, and walked through the back door into the Lundy Café, which sells "appreciating the poor and feeling the happiness of life".

"Manager, I'm working!" Rice reported.

"Little Les..." The kind-faced store manager poked his head out, "Outside, place an order at table three."

"I'll go right away!"

Les trot out of the door and went straight to the third table close to the alley. On the table was a middle-aged painter alone, drawing and sketching across the alley with all his attention.

Les took a sneak peek and saw that the painting was unfinished, but the corners of the drawing board had already been named, [Lowliness], humble.

The painter was keenly aware of his gaze: "Young man, do you want to learn to paint?"

"No, sir." Les took out his order. "What would you like to drink?"

"A latte, two puffs..."

A group of dirty children ran past the fence like the wind, laughing and shouting loudly.

The painter covered his nose displeasedly, and when he looked up, he saw that Les was struggling to write.

"I need to write so many words for what I ordered?" The painter was puzzled.

"Nobody's life is easy, sir." Les stopped writing and accepted the order. "Please wait a moment for the order and leave."

He opened the door of the store, just to hear the noise coming from not far away.

A red-haired menswear beauty walked across the street with a long gentleman, and walked intimately from Xiajie to Shangjie.

"Order... Hurry up."

Les entered the shop ~lightnovelpub.net~ muttering to himself and threw the order into the bar. The barista picked up the order and glanced at it and asked softly, "Is the customer in a hurry?"

"Always hurry up."

The barista tears down the order and transfers it to the back kitchen. He writes a wine list and hands it to his helper: "I ran out of wine for Irish coffee. Go to the Lucas winery opposite and ask for a bottle. Hurry up, guest. Urgently."

"AYA!"

The chef responded and ran into Lucas Winery across the main street at the fastest speed: "Mr. Lucas, the teacher wants a bottle of Irish whiskey. This is the wine list, please hurry up!"

"A bottle of Irish whiskey..." Lucas took the wine list and turned around to take the wine. "Irish whiskey...Ireland...the cabinet is sold out."

"Then...what should I do!"

"Don't worry!" Lucas laughed, "As long as it's hometown wine, there are private goods. I'll go upstairs and bring it to you now."

"Please! Hurry up!"

"Well, eager little guy, your Mr. Lucas is always fast. Like this, very fast, very fast, very fast..."