Sunday
Today should be a day of rest, but we are still at work.
Because there are a few employees at work in the unit, there is no breakfast. Each of the thirty people in the property management team has two steamed buns and a pack of pickled vegetables.
At nine o'clock, I was so hungry that I took the risk of being scolded to get a pack of pickled vegetables and a steamed bun, but the chef saw it. I couldn't care about that much, so I tore open the pickled vegetables and squeezed a piece of them into the steamed bun. Our chef shouted, "Pickled vegetables!" and ran over and took the pickled vegetables I opened. I don’t know how much the bag of pickled vegetables costs! Anyway, my wish to pickled vegetables and Jiamo is gone.
Although there were not many people eating Sunday, Lao Pan and I were still very busy. The two of us seized the time to steam buns, and we didn't care about hygiene on the stove. As a result, our chef took the brush like a demonstration and began to use a lot of force to clean the hygiene on the stove. Almost all the black slags danced under his powerful master, and jumped to the ground one by one like a clown. Lao Pan looked at the black slags all over the ground and glared at the chef angrily.
After some erotic operations, he finally finished brushing. Then he turned his head and looked at us both. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he left with a complicated expression.
Lao Pan said expressionlessly: "What a bad coward. Others are spilling essence, but he is spilling all pus." A sentence made me laugh.
What worries us the most is that today's nucleic acid test has not been done yet. The employees are resting at home, and we are isolated in the unit to cook for them. Today they don't go to work, and those who do nucleic acid tests don't come. What if the code turns yellow?
Although I have only been working on the floor for five days in the unit, it seems to have been isolated from the world for fifty days. When will the damn epidemic end?
