"Why is it you today? Where's your store manager?"
As a regular, Old Lady Qu knew the staff in this shop like the back of her hand. The store manager had a tall build and was also her personal trainer. However, only the two of them were aware of this.
"The s-store manager has something on, so I'm standing in for him."
The waiter stammered as though he were not the employee here but this old lady, instead.
"Here is your tip; take it."
She generously removed several red notes from her snake-skin wallet and stuffed them into his vest's pocket. He declined yet had the urge to keep it.
"Madam, our shop has rules that…"
She saw through the handsome lad's façade right away, and her face quickly turned cold. "If you refuse to accept the money, I'll tell your superiors about it."
The waiter felt that this elderly woman was a good person.
