Zhang Feng was there, but not yet eighteen.
Of course, for summer jobs, sixteen is enough.
But these restaurants don't want to invite trouble for themselves.
Zhang Feng didn't mind, took his steamed buns and pickles, and went to the eighth shop ahead.
"Boss, are you short on staff here?" With straightforwardness, Zhang Feng walked to the counter and asked directly without feeling embarrassed, "I'm here for a summer job, I'm sixteen."
"Let me see." The boss looked at Zhang Feng's ID card and then asked, "Do your family know?"
"I'm from Limen Orphanage." Zhang Feng pointed in the direction of the orphanage, "It's about four blocks from here."
"Oh." The boss handed Zhang Feng's ID back and advised, "Young man, you should go home and apologize to your parents instead of running away in anger.
If your parents come looking for you one day and hear you say this, they might not want to hit you but they'll overturn my stall."
