Chapter 662
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This time, without any hesitation, he turned to Lin Jiage and said, "Brother Jia …"
But barely after saying those two words, he abruptly paused. At some point in time, the calm and composed young man had already left his seat and was standing by the window, staring downstairs with a gloomy look on his face.
So, I didn't need to remind him. But then again, his complexion is a little too frightening. He must have been staring at the young lady downstairs for a while now, right?
Liang Jiusi muttered under his breath. In order to protect his heart, he quickly shifted his gaze away from Lin Jiage and looked out the window.
…
Even though Shi Yao had been working at the clubhouse for several days now, this was the first day she received her uniform.
It was rare for her to wear high heels, but it wasn't that she couldn't wear them. It was just that the size of the high heels that the clubhouse had prepared for her wasn't too suitable for her. Initially, she was still able to tolerate it, but as the number of customers increased, and she got busier and busier, her footsteps also increased. As a result, blisters began to form on the back of her feet.
When she returned to the kitchen, she took out a band-aid and stuck it on her wound, but it didn't seem to help at all.
Once one's foot was injured, it would only hurt more and more. Shi Yao didn't want to leave a bad impression on the clubhouse just because she had been working for only a few days, so she tried her best to tolerate it. But who could have thought that she would still end up making a mistake?
When she was serving the dishes at Table 26, due to the severe pain in her foot, she lost her balance and accidentally broke one of the men's porcelain bowls.
In truth, this shouldn't have been a big deal. She should have just apologized, called for the cleaners to clean up the area, and replaced the broken porcelain bowls.
But it just so happened that she had run into some kind of bad luck today. Perhaps it was because the man was in a bad mood and had a little too much to drink, so he vented his frustrations on her. In any case, no matter how she apologized, the man just wouldn't let her go. He insisted that Shi Yao pick up the broken porcelain bowls one by one right in front of him.
So, Shi Yao bent down and picked up the larger fragments of the porcelain bowl with her bare hands, hoping to keep the peace between the both of them.
The rest were too broken and difficult to pick up by hand. In addition, the mess here had long disturbed the foreman in charge of the first floor. When the foreman saw that the broken pieces had been picked up, he hurriedly walked over with a broom. He stood in front of the man with a smile and began to apologize with a fawning expression, "Sir, I'm really sorry. I'll help you deal with the remaining broken pieces. I hope you enjoy your meal."
As he spoke, the head waiter discreetly shot Shi Yao a glance.
Shi Yao knew that the head waiter was signaling for her to leave.
The expression on the man's face did not show any signs of improvement because of the arrival of the foreman.
After hinting at Shi Yao, the head waiter turned to the man once more and spoke to him amiably, "Sir, you should eat the dishes you ordered while they're hot. They won't taste good when they're cold. Allow me to serve you a bowl of soup …"
Receiving the signal from the head waiter, Shi Yao held the fragments in her hands and prepared to leave. However, before she could do so, the man suddenly spoke up once more, "Do I not have arms? Do I need you to serve me soup?! "
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