"First time my a*s!" Mag flicked her forehead with his finger. What was in there? He turned to walk toward the stairs as he said, "I am afraid the customers would complain about the smell on you. The restaurant's staff have to be dressed neatly and not smell bad. Otherwise, it would give the customers a bad dining experience."
"Oh, I see." Connie looked aware and followed Mag upstairs.
"I will get you a set of uniforms. Red, yellow, and blue, which color do you like?" Mag asked.
"I like blue, sky blue," Connie replied quickly.
"Alright." Mag nodded and brought Connie into the bathroom upstairs.
"What a huge water dragon!" Connie stood at the bathroom's entrance, and stared at the shower head in fear.
Then, her expression became even more nervous when she saw a few more taps. Was Mr. Mag really a water dragons killer?
