Julia casually chatted with a few customers before suddenly realizing a problem.
One of the waitstaff kept surreptitiously glancing in her direction while busy. At first, she thought the server was looking at her, but then she discovered that their gaze was actually fixed on the group of four sitting at the table in front of her—one man and three women. They were chatting and laughing, enjoying various kinds of sweet dumplings. The group had ordered the most dumplings in the restaurant, and all were the ten-yuan servings.
"Melissa, stop looking. If you keep looking, that wastrel of yours will just order more. Your hard-earned daily wages aren't even enough to cover the spree he's on. Every month, after deducting the cost of the dumplings he eats here without paying, you're left with less than a hundred yuan. I really don't know how you can keep putting up with this."
The waitress who had greeted Julia Bluen earlier couldn't help but whisper to Melissa, the other waitress.
