"Hurry up and finish washing these dishes, and then wash those vegetables over there. Can't you see we're busy now? You better move faster. If you keep dawdling like this, I'll dock your pay." The boss, with a face full of flab, pointed at Li Xiang, even tapping him twice with the greasy towel on his shoulder.
Li Xiang's hands were buried in greasy dirty water, and the cracks on his fingers hurt.
In the middle of winter, the boss didn't allow hot water, and his hands were already suffering from frostbite.
The pain was excruciating, but he knew that if he didn't hurry to wash these dishes, the boss might not let him have dinner tonight.
He had been working at this place for half a year.
When he first came here, it was purely out of a moment of bravery.
The newspapers, television, and even Aunt Feng all said how advanced and wonderful Modu was.
It was only after he arrived here that he realized those wonderful things do exist, but not for him.
