The Boss of Breakfast Shop
These cold days I discover the boss in running
the breakfast shop becoming more tender on his look. As I have been thinking, he
used to treat the customers in a vulgar way of talk and bad look. Don't know if
the contribution of the weather makes him look like this kind of way, he
becomes powerless and fragile as he picked up the stuffs from the ground, being
afraid of the stuff which may be blown in the chilly and strong wind. That look, oh, god, horribly innocent,
as if I had never seen him before. A
guy should have lied in prison before being released as far as I'm concerned.
Passing by so many years, he has changed, yes, completely changed, his relatives
were willing to help him out, setting up the breakfast shop for him in order to
give him a right, regular and responsible position on his
job for his regenerated life in the future. Perhaps he "has
been" changing because I haven't been visiting them for a
while. Well, their breakfast tasted not so delicious most of the time, only scallion
pancake satisfies me to be
honest. Having a scallion pancake makes me smooth and then somehow
stirs a bit of my taste in some degree. And, of course, to forget recalling
boss' look temporarily, yes, again, you know what I mean, ... "That look,
oh, god, horribly innocent, as if I had never seen him before."
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