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The warm afternoon sun of the repair shop shone from the roof across the road and sprinkled a golden hue on my shop. The lathes and milling machines in the corner of the shop waited quietly, waiting for the master's

author:A bow to pick up the light

Repair the happiness of the small shop

The warm afternoon sun shone from the roof across the road and sprinkled a golden hue on my shop. The lathes and milling machines in the corner of the shop waited quietly, waiting for the master's manipulation. I didn't make a thing today, took a book and sat in front of the store and read it.

Master Peng, idle?

With the voice, walk into a person. I busied myself looking up, habitually greeting, hello, hello.

I am very grateful to the customers who give me food, greeting me with honorifics every time, and each time I have a heavy nasal voice. Nin is a sign of respect for guests.

I hurriedly put down the book and got up from my chair and asked: Do you have any electrical appliances for me to fix?

The guest's right hand was holding a cloth bag, the guest sniffed and shook the cloth bag, the rice cooker was broken, help me fix it. I hurriedly took the cloth bag from the guest's hand, walked to the maintenance table at the door, and put the pot and the bag on the table.

I unwrapped the bag while listening to the customer:

The guest said: Yesterday at noon, I did a good job, and if I wanted to cook some porridge at night, I didn't get electricity.

In the effort of listening to the talk, I have taken the pot out of the cloth bag and placed it on the table, and I have also smoothly folded the cloth bag in half several times and placed it neatly on the shelf. This is also a treasure of my service, do not underestimate the placement of a cloth bag, if you throw the cloth bag casually, and this cloth bag may be a treasure of the guest. Think about how bad the guests are when they throw the baby.

Put the cloth bag I said to the guests, may not be a big problem, it is very likely that the temperature is burned, the cost is not expensive, the maintenance cost is 15 yuan, plus the material cost is 5 yuan, only 20 yuan to solve the problem. Of course, it depends on the overhaul.

The guest said busily: Master Peng is hard. I'll be able to cook porridge this morning.

I removed the back cover, measured the temperature fuse, and sure enough, as I judged, the fuse was blown. Three times five divided by two changed the insurance, and when the power was on, there were two bangs, which represented the normal power of the pot. The guests were also strangely happy, saying: Master Peng is like a god, and it is really a bad insurance.

I laughed, not only do I repair the material like a god, I also know that you cook on the pot gall seat when you don't clean the bottom pot when you use the pot at home.

Guests ask me? How do you know?

Isn't that proof?

I picked up the spatula and shoveled the burnt stuff off the hot plate of the pan. While shoveling, he said: These things are also produced when you sit on the bottom of the pot without cleaning the bottom of the pot. These foreign bodies form an isolation area between the pot and the bottom of the pot, so that the contact between the pot and the pan is poor, resulting in poor heat transfer, so the temperature of the heat plate rises, thus burning off the temperature switch.

The guests smiled, Master Peng, I understand what you said, next time you should often clean the bottom of the pot to cook.

I also echoed: this time you paid a training fee of 20 yuan.

The guests happily paid twenty yuan, and I also happily collected the money into the purse. The guest and I said goodbye and left politely.

Looking at the back of the departing guests, my mood was particularly happy, and my little days were moistened in these twenty-twenty miles.

But today I am living in torment, and everything has changed since I was smashed and robbed.

I was driven from happiness into pain. Calling the heavens ungodly, calling the earth unspiritual.

The warm afternoon sun of the repair shop shone from the roof across the road and sprinkled a golden hue on my shop. The lathes and milling machines in the corner of the shop waited quietly, waiting for the master's

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