"Welcome, sir, are you alone, or are you meeting friends here?" Cheng Su asked Chiang Tian with a smile.
"Such a lovely smile," Chiang Tian murmured as he watched Cheng Su.
"What?" Cheng Su didn’t catch that clearly. She sized up Chiang Tian, who was dressed very neatly and looked quite unfamiliar; he probably hadn’t dined at their restaurant before.
Chiang Tian found a table and sat down. He glanced around; everyone was eating with fast-food trays. Tsk, that one there, like a construction worker, was grabbing the edge of his tray and shoveling rice into his mouth with his chopsticks.
It was simply too crude—what kind of people were these?
"Is there a quieter spot available?" Chiang Tian called Cheng Su over and asked, undisguised disdain in his eyes, "It’s too noisy here."
The places he had frequented were either high-end restaurants or star-rated dining venues, all elegant and clean. It was his first time in such a humble eatery.
Such a poor place, without even a decent restaurant—how could his sister stand it? It was dirty to death, seriously beneath her dignity.
Cheng Su paused but still responded with a smile, "Yes, there is. Please, follow me, sir."
She had seen clients like him before, by the hundreds. Fastidious, with an air of arrogance and superiority.
She led Chiang Tian to a newly decorated room on the other side and handed him the menu while taking the opportunity to say, "Please take a look, sir. What would you like to eat? Our specialty dishes are quite popular among returning customers."
Chiang Tian flipped through the menu and casually ordered two dishes. Just then, Qiulan came over, smiling at Cheng Su, "Sister Su, let me handle this; you go take a break."
Qiulan’s voice was clear and crisp; Chiang Tian looked up, and his eyes lit up.
This woman was rather charming indeed—a delicate and pointed face, fair and tender, with jet-black hair, and a nice figure to boot.
Glancing a bit more, he saw Qiulan turning sideways, revealing her shapely buttocks. She must be a virgin, right?
Chiang Tian licked his lips, not expecting such a small city to have its attractions.
Cheng Su handed the order to Qiulan and went back to the main hall to manage the cash register, unaware of the customer’s inappropriate gaze.
Qiulan repeated the dishes ordered by Chiang Tian. He watched her with a smile and asked, "What’s your name, miss?"
Caught off guard by the interruption, Qiulan was momentarily stunned. Looking over, she saw Chiang Tian greasy and powdered, with a frivolous air. Her face flushed as she said, "Please wait a moment, sir. I’ll have the kitchen prepare your dishes right away."
Without answering Chiang Tian’s question, she turned to leave.
"Alright then, thanks, beautiful," Chiang Tian casually touched her hand, finding it surprisingly smooth.
Qiulan, blushing with shock, had been working at Joy Soon Loy for quite some time and encountered people of all types. She had dealt with rude and flirtatious language before, but this was the first time someone had so brazenly touched her hand.
This man’s behavior was just like that of a playboy, wasn’t it?
Qiulan took the order straight to the kitchen, instructed someone to bring the tableware, and did not see Chiang Tian’s eager look.
After giving the order to the kitchen, Qiulan went behind the counter to take a big gulp of water, trying to suppress the fright inside her.
"What’s wrong? The customer from just now didn’t trouble you, did he? People like him are very picky; just try to avoid conflict," Cheng Su said with concern upon seeing her dismayed expression.
Qiulan hurriedly replied, "Ah, no, no trouble." He had just taken advantage of her.
"That’s good then."
Cheng Su then went back to her calculations, and a young girl came over to call, "President Cheng, the customer at table two in the Osmanthus Room is asking for you."
Huh?