When the topic turned to high school life, Zach was completely out of the question. Three or four centuries ago, I'm afraid there was no such thing as high school.
But Zack, who has a commissioned task, will not completely let such an opportunity slip away. Although he is the owner of Grande, at this time, he is acting like a third-generation waiter in the West End who still tries his best to abide by lunch etiquette. Quietly Listen, take the empty plate at the right time, walk to the kitchen, come back, and continue listening.
This scene is good, at least the problem of age division of the third generation in the West District, which was exposed in the last ribbon-cutting ceremony, is disappearing.
"Sister Laura, what do you mean when you say that the president of the club is not you? Why?" A girl who was probably in junior high school asked, "Isn't it appointed by the school?" Her meaning was obvious, she said cognition The people designated by the school must be from the West District like them.
"No, they were elected." Laura waved her hand and then raised her eyebrows, "Unless you set up your own society like me, but even then you have to submit an application, find members yourself, and meet the requirements of the society. Bei In the district’s schools, everything is no longer arranged around us.”
The atmosphere was a little bad, as if the longing for high school life brought about by fried chicken was extinguished by the fact that "the world no longer revolves around them."
"Jackson is so lucky..." I don't know who said this.
"What?! Who said that!!" Kepler suddenly stood up from the haystack and glared at a group of greasy-mouthed children.
No one admits it.
"Charlotte!" Obviously, Kepler, who couldn't find anyone to speak, found her 'enemy', "Is it you?"
"Kepler! Don't frame me! I like brother Jackson! I wouldn't say such things!"
Zach didn't think this was true. After all, Jackson once helped Zach analyze Falcon's expression and revealed that he went to Falcon Manor to play.
Kepler had a sullen face, his eyes fiercely sweeping across the faces. He snorted heavily, sat down again, and stopped talking.
"Who wants fries?" Zach asked from the side.
The plates were piled into Zach's hands, and like a competent waiter, Zach walked away without saying a word. But Laura's voice came from behind, "More! How much have you all eaten! Alice has been in the kitchen for more than an hour..." It's rare. Laura still thinks about her friends who worked hard for her son.
Zach ignored it, bypassed the children running wildly in the yard, and walked into Grande.
Alice wore an apron and large bowls of dried chips were poured into hot oil. Two teachers from Parker Elementary School were on both sides of the desk, stopping the impatient children, "Wait, wait a few more minutes! Don't come close! Be careful! It's dangerous!"
A chaotic scene.
Zach pursed his lips, walked around to Alice, and took a look at the haggard banshee. “Call Laura in to help you?”
"No, no need." Alice smiled reluctantly, "These will be gone after frying, the ingredients have been consumed, and the things prepared for Benjamin and the others for dinner are gone."
"All gone?" Zach curled his lips and repeated.
"Well, no more."
As I said before, Laura underreported the number of people. Maybe she didn't mean to. There were indeed over forty children at Parker Elementary School, but she ignored her West End titular 'partners'. And there are freeloading drivers, and people from the Grande side.
Zach was speechless and didn't want to say anything else. However, two teachers from Parker Elementary School began to apologize again.
Zach waved his hand and looked at the things rolling in the oil. It seemed that it would be a while, "Where are Louise and the others?"
Alice didn't bother to answer yet.
"Oh. Mrs. Grande is over there in the main hall helping to take care of the children." Teacher Trisha said with an apologetic tone.
Zach raised his eyebrows, "Mrs. Grande?"
"Huh? Did I say something wrong?" Teacher Trisha was shocked, "I meant Miss Louise! Sorry!"
Zach became a little interested and looked at the embarrassed teacher Trisha, "It doesn't matter. Why do you think Louise is Mrs. Grande?"
"I'm really, really sorry." Cui Sha looked embarrassed. "I saw that Mr. and Miss had a perfect understanding of each other several times, so I, I took it for granted..."
Zach smiled and waved his hands to show that he didn't care, "I'll go take a look." He put down a pile of empty plates in his hands and left the kitchen for a while.
It was at this time that Zach discovered the shortcomings of Grande's current structure. The only way from the living area, the short side of the L-shape, to the long side, the work area, was through the office on the second floor. Because the door of the old office, which is now the reception room, has become a wall.
As soon as I walked out of the restaurant, which was empty because it couldn't satisfy such a lunch, and only crazy kids ran through it, I met Laura and Kepler in the stairwell, who came in with a bunch of children from the West Side.
"The fries will have to wait a while." Zach returned to his role as a waiter and nodded slightly, completely self-righteously thinking that these guys couldn't wait any longer.
"No, I brought them here to thank Alice." Laura's expression was not very good, and she was obviously unhappy that Zach regarded the West End people as gluttons.
Zach raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Then please wait in the restaurant. The kitchen is a little messy. Alice is making the last order of French fries. There will be no more." Zach looked past Laura and Kepler. A young girl looked at the little guys behind who obviously didn't have much self-control, "If you want to eat the last fries, I suggest you stay in the nearest place."
Just as Laura was about to glare at Zach, the children behind her had already pushed her into the restaurant, occupied all the seats at the table, and forced the children from Parker Elementary School away with their eyes. If this can be regarded as the third generation of the West End finally doing their duty to look after the children of Parker Elementary School and keeping them away from the 'dangerous kitchen', then consider them a success.
Zach smiled and ignored Laura, went upstairs, and got himself a cup of lunch as he passed through the office. Then he directly opened the east door of the office and stepped into the aisle attached to the south wall of the showroom.
Zach put his hands on the guardrail, looking down into the open space, near the main entrance of Grande—
"You are very lucky!" Louise bent down to match the height of a group of children, "This place is still being renovated. No one has visited it yet! You are the first batch of guests to visit!"
Brian was happily jumping and dancing next to him. For an adult, it was a completely weird state, but the children seemed to like this very much, cheering and clapping, "The first batch! The first batch!..."
Zach swung his glass against the railing. Not planning to go down, she looked at it with a smile, wanting to see what kind of tricks Louise could come up with in this showroom, which was still being renovated and had nothing.
Then Louise's performance can only be described as magical by Zach.
Louise clapped her hands and said, "Follow me!" Then she unfolded a roll of drawings and walked to the stairs that went up against the wall behind the door. "Come here first! Everyone, look here. There is nothing, right?"
A group of children stared and shouted in unison, "Nothing!"
"Now let's vote!" Louise raised the drawing in her hand, "Do you want the potted plant here to be an orchid or a pine?" Louise tilted her head, "Raise your hand for the orchid!"
More than half of the children raised their hands, Louise nodded. I took out a pen from my pocket and drew something on the paper...
"Next. Over here!" Louise clapped her hands again and walked towards the space beside the stairs. "There will be many rectangular boxes here. Should they be placed horizontally or vertically? Raise your hands to vote. Raise your hands horizontally. !”
After the vote. Louise drew something on the drawing again. Continuing, Louise walked towards the counter next to the staircase aisle where Zach was, "Here! This is where I will work from now on! I will put a lot of fun things on it. Do you have any suggestions? Come and tell me one by one. !You start first!”
…
I probably haven't forgotten it. Grande has only one day to decide on the subsequent renovation plan, while Louise is at work...
Zach, who didn't know what he was thinking, watched with a smile the whole time as Louise led a group of children around in a circle below. When they walked into the reception room, Zach also emptied his wine glass and left it behind. On the guardrail, I walked along the aisle humming music in a good mood and went downstairs.
If Louise is going to decide the Grand decoration plan like this, then Zach thinks that he, the owner, should also participate in the vote, right, and his one vote should be worth ten votes.
After walking through the showroom, which was empty now, but had already been planned with potted plants, decorations, carpets, counters..., Zach squeezed into a group of children and entered the reception room.
"... Grandpa Hank's handmade sofa will be placed here. It is black. There will be a coffee table in the middle. The voting has begun." Louise smiled as she watched Zach mix in a group of children, "Glass or wood? Which comes first? Let me tell you, Grandpa Hank’s wood work is great! The glass one needs to be bought new. Vote! Raise your hands for the wooden ones!”
Zach raised his hand.
Louise counted the raised hands one by one. When she reached Zach, she pursed her lips and said, "Look, everyone, Master Grande, our Mr. Grande, will only follow most people." ! No opinion!"
"Hahaha… "
Zach felt 'really' ashamed amidst the laughter, and defended himself aggrievedly, "You didn't say that Grandpa Hank's carpentry is great, why did you buy it?"
"Yes, yes! Aunt Louise, it still costs money to buy it!"
So nice, the kids actually started comforting Zach.
"Okay, it's up to you!"
"Listen to us! Listen to us!..." Amidst the noisy cheers, Louise winked at Zach, who was still acting aggrieved, and walked to the next place.
"You see, in order to prevent those waiting in the reception room from being bored, we have prepared newspapers and magazines. But right now we don't know whether to put a movable tripod or mount a hanging bookcase on the wall. It doesn’t take up space but is not necessary. It’s time to vote again. The tripod should still be inlaid with bookcases. Raise your hand if you have a tripod!”
Zach didn't raise his hand. This time, he was in the minority.
Louise's expression was confused for a moment, and then turned angry. She asked, "Mr. Grande, are you trying to show that you have your own opinion this time?"
Zach squatted down in the crowd of eyes directed at him, and in line with the height of the children, he looked like he was thinking seriously, "Hey, friend, why did you choose a tripod?"
"Didn't Aunt Louise say it can be moved? How convenient."
"But we are a funeral home here." Zach was actually canvassing for votes! "When someone loses a loved one, convenience is not something they care about. If it were a tripod that could only hold newspapers and magazines, they might not want to get it because they are grieving, but I’m not in the mood to read newspapers and magazines, are you right?”
The child who was stared at by Zach nodded blankly, "Then what do you want to see?"
"Well, for example, books that can help them not be so sad." Zach thought for a while. This vague and unformed idea came from the Skittles in Amelia's office, which was intended to make people relax. Grande, which is already a symbol of the traditional funeral industry, has intended to comprehensively take care of all matters in traditional funerals. Perhaps it needs to consider this to live up to the name of this symbol.
"Oh." The child didn't know whether he understood or not, and nodded blankly, "Then let's book it." He put down his raised hand.
Zach failed to continue canvassing for votes, and a strange crunching sound sounded from the side of their heads.
Zach frowned. Before that, he heard footsteps passing by the office above him. But Zach didn't think much about it, because as I said earlier, that was the location where the two areas of Grande must pass.
"Louise." Zach stood up, walked towards the north door of the reception room, and walked around to the elevator corridor, "You said in the morning that the elevator might fall..."
The buzzing sound of broken spikes erupted from something! Zach stopped talking. He turned around and closed the door, locking the people in the guest room inside. He turned into a gray shadow in the corridor that separated the guest room and the elevator.
Louise, who had not yet reacted, subconsciously grabbed the curious children and stared at the closed door.
Scratching sounds, wood breaking, the sound of something penetrating...
Screams sounded from behind the wall of the living room.
Perhaps, after Zach and Brian used the elevator in the morning, they put this single-function thing down, and the current situation would not have happened.
But don't worry, Grande's banshee sister didn't see any tragedy, so no one is worried.
However, at this time, Zach was using a weird half-kneeling posture in front of the half-collapsed wooden fence. His arms were deeply inserted into the floor at the bottom of the elevator, supporting the elevator that was only a calf away from the ground. At the same time, he was facing the station. The situation with Laura, Kepler, Falcon, and a fat boy inside was a little troublesome.
Zach's reddish eyes twitched, "Laura, can you pull out the wooden stick stuck in my shoulder? It hurts."
Laura screamed and shut up. (..)