Tang Yanqi changed into her work uniform, her ponytail tied up. She was very slim, and after putting on the uniform, she looked even slimr. She grabbed the hamburger prepared by the boss, took a few bites, washed her hands, took a deep breath, and began to get busy.
A little after five, custors started to pour in gradually. They frequently had foreigners visiting, and although other staff knew a bit of foreign language, usually Tang Yanqi was responsible for serving such guests.
After taking orders from two tables, another waitress nad Xiao i ran over, clutching her stomach:
"Little Tang, my stomach hurts. The table in the corner by the wall hasn’t ordered yet. Could you take the order? He’s a handso guy..."
After quickly throwing this line, Xiao i ran towards the restroom, and Tang Yanqi chuckled. This girl was a bit of a fangirl, and when she had free ti, she’d swoon over all sorts of handso guys.
Even when rushing to the bathroom, she didn’t forget to ntion, "He’s a handso guy."
With a smile on her lips, Tang Yanqi picked up the nu and walked towards the table Xiao i ntioned. A refined and handso man was inspecting the wine glass on the table.
Tang Yanqi raised her brows slightly — just as Xiao i said, he really was a handso guy.
"Hello sir, would you like to order now?"
Mu Yunfan looked up at Tang Yanqi, smiling politely, "Thanks, I’m waiting for a friend. I’ll order in a bit."
"Sure, here’s the nu, please have a look. Let know if you need anything."
"Okay, could Miss Tang please change my wine glass first? This one’s rim is uneven."
Without hesitation, Tang Yanqi took the glass from Mu Yunfan and smiled, "Sure, sir, please wait a mont."
She took the glass to the bar to get it replaced. The restaurant owner and cashier leaned over, "Little Tang, is that your friend?"
While carefully picking out a glass with an even rim, Tang Yanqi replied, "Nope."
"Then how does he know your surna is Tang?"
Since her freshman year, Tang Yanqi has been working here, having both a professional and friendly relationship with the boss. Seeing no one around, she didn’t mind teasing the boss a bit and straightened her posture, "It’s written on the na tag."
Every employee here has a na tag, displaying either their English na or a nickna. Tang Yanqi’s prominently shows "Little Tang."
After selecting the glass, she brought it over. Tang Yanqi returned to stand by the bar, but soon she was called over by the handso custor again — this ti because of an unsightly dish edge.
After this happened three or four tis, the boss, seated in front of the computer, was a bit speechless. Finally, after Tang Yanqi had replaced the last item, the boss swiftly pulled her over for gossip, "Whoa, does this guy have OCD? Virgo, maybe?"
Tang Yanqi smiled and lowered her voice as well, "It’s likely just his professional habit."
"Huh? Little Tang, do you know his profession?"
"Roughly."
"So, what does he do?"
"Doctor, most likely a surgeon."
Having spent enough ti together, the boss understood Tang Yanqi’s personality well. Since she spoke with such certainty, it must be true.
"How... how do you know?"
"He’s picky about tableware, yet very personable, without any disdainful or superior attitude. It’s routine, not intentional. He values ti, yet arrives early when eting friends. Additionally, there’s a faint sll of disinfectant on him along with many small nicks on his hands. Roughly deducing from these points."
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