"You need to clean one plate seven times. Drop one and then wash it completely. Don't be lazy. There is a monitor in this room. You can start."
The waiter said expressionlessly, then turned and left.
Just as Ganlu was about to close the door, the door was held up by a hand, and a sunny face appeared in her sight.
It's Zhao Mo, the principal's son.
"Why is it you?!" Ganlu was confused.
"Why isn't it me? My dad just asked me to come for dinner on the 33rd." Zhao Mo smiled playfully, "But Ganlulu, why are you here?!"
"Manna! My name is Manna!"
She reiterated with some gritted teeth that if it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't have gone to Shanggao. If she hadn't gone to Shanggao, she wouldn't have bumped into Li Ziting, and if she hadn't bumped into him, she wouldn't have had to wash two thousand dishes here!
"I know, I know, it's the nectar of Xiaozhi dripping nectar!" Zhao Mo said eloquently, glancing at the plate behind her, "I said nectar, you don't have the money to pay the bill to wash the dishes here, right?"
"..."
Was he a blind fortune teller in his previous life, so accurate?
"Here."
Zhao Mo put one hand on the door and conjured up a bank card with the other hand, held it between his two fingers and said coolly, "Take it to check out. Don't thank me, Master, I have money!"
…
If Li Ziting were to do this, she would definitely act like a nympho.
"Who would eat in such an expensive place? I'm here to work." Ganlu lied casually, "You go quickly, don't disturb my work."
"Working? Really?"
Zhao Mo suppressed his smile and looked at her deeply, with a hint of unclear meaning.
He just clearly heard her conversation with the waiter. She would rather wash the dishes than want his money?
"..."
Ganlu felt uncomfortable when he saw him, and could not help but frown and chase him away, "Why don't you leave yet?"
…
"Miss, if you don't wash the dishes again, we will ask you for meal money through legal means."
The waiter suddenly left and came back.
"Wash it now!"
Ganlu responded quickly. She didn't care if the lie was exposed in front of Zhao Mo, but she couldn't help but asked the waiter, "Where is the boy with me?"
"He has already left." The waiter replied and left again.
"..."
Li Ziting has already left.
Yes, what is he doing here? Is he helping her wash the dishes?
An inexplicable feeling of loss spread in her heart.
…
Ganlu lowered his head to close the door, but Zhao Mo's hand was still on the door.
"Your sister, what else do you want?!" Ganlu glared at him dissatisfied. She never cared about her image in front of others.
"I asked my dad." Zhao Mo looked at her and said seriously, "He said your family is very rich, so you shouldn't be able to afford one meal every 33 days."
Hearing this, Ganlu's face turned pale with embarrassment, and her tone became particularly bad, "What are you doing?! Who told you to inquire about my family's situation?! Get out, get out!"
Ganlu used all her strength to close the door, "Bang——"
Zhao Mo was isolated outside the door.
Zhao Mo leaned against the door, looking at the bank card in his hand that he could not send out, with a deep look, like a girl with a bad temper and a stubborn attitude.
…
In the room, Ganlu's hands were resting on the door, and their hands were trembling slightly.
Thirty-eight!
The principal's son is a jerk! Whether she has money or not is none of his business!
…
It took a long time for Ganlu to adjust herself, then turned around and walked into a pile of dishes with a complicated mood. "You have to wash each plate seven times, drop one and then wash it thoroughly. Don't be lazy. There are monitors in this room. You can
It’s time to start.”
The waiter said expressionlessly, then turned and left.
Just as Ganlu was about to close the door, the door was held up by a hand, and a sunny face appeared in her sight.
It's Zhao Mo, the principal's son.
"Why is it you?!" Ganlu was confused.
"Why isn't it me? My dad just asked me to come for dinner on the 33rd." Zhao Mo smiled playfully, "But Ganlulu, why are you here?!"
"Manna! My name is Manna!"
She reiterated with some gritted teeth that if it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't have gone to Shanggao. If she hadn't gone to Shanggao, she wouldn't have bumped into Li Ziting, and if she hadn't bumped into him, she wouldn't have had to wash two thousand dishes here!
"I know, I know, it's the nectar of Xiaozhi dripping nectar!" Zhao Mo said eloquently, glancing at the plate behind her, "I said nectar, you don't have the money to pay the bill to wash the dishes here, right?"
"..."
Was he a blind fortune teller in his previous life, so accurate?
"Here."
Zhao Mo put one hand on the door and conjured up a bank card with the other hand, held it between his two fingers and said coolly, "Take it to check out. Don't thank me, Master, I have money!"
…
If Li Ziting were to do this, she would definitely act like a nympho.
"Who would eat in such an expensive place? I'm here to work." Ganlu lied casually, "You go quickly, don't disturb my work."
"Working? Really?"
Zhao Mo suppressed his smile and looked at her deeply, with a hint of unclear meaning.
He just clearly heard her conversation with the waiter. She would rather wash the dishes than want his money?
"..."
Ganlu felt uncomfortable when he saw him, and could not help but frown and chase him away, "Why don't you leave yet?"
…
"Miss, if you don't wash the dishes again, we will ask you for meal money through legal means."
The waiter suddenly left and came back.
"Wash it now!"
Ganlu responded quickly. She didn't care if the lie was exposed in front of Zhao Mo, but she couldn't help but asked the waiter, "Where is the boy with me?"
"He has already left." The waiter replied and left again.
"..."
Li Ziting has already left.
Yes, what is he doing here? Is he helping her wash the dishes?
An inexplicable feeling of loss spread in her heart.
…
Ganlu lowered his head to close the door, but Zhao Mo's hand was still on the door.
"Your sister, what else do you want?!" Ganlu glared at him dissatisfied. She never cared about her image in front of others.
"I asked my dad." Zhao Mo looked at her and said seriously, "He said your family is very rich, so you shouldn't be able to afford one meal every 33 days."
Hearing this, Ganlu's face turned pale with embarrassment, and her tone became particularly bad, "What are you doing?! Who told you to inquire about my family's situation?! Get out, get out!"
Ganlu used all her strength to close the door, "Bang——"
Zhao Mo was isolated outside the door.
Zhao Mo leaned against the door, looking at the bank card in his hand that he could not send out, with a deep look, like a girl with a bad temper and a stubborn attitude.
…
In the room, Ganlu's hands were resting on the door, and their hands were trembling slightly.
Thirty-eight!
The principal's son is a jerk! Whether she has money or not is none of his business!
…
It took a long time for Ganlu to adjust himself, then turned around and walked into a pile of plates, feeling a little complicated.