"Haohao, can you go over there to take the guests' orders?" the manager said.
Ye Anhao's face changed, then she painfully covered her abdomen with an apologetic look, "Um... Manager, my stomach suddenly hurts, and I need to go to the bathroom. Can someone else take the orders?"
As soon as Ye Anhao spoke, someone eagerly volunteered, "Manager, if Haohao's stomach hurts, let me go instead?"
"You? Are you sure you won't act star-struck in front of the guests?" The manager gave Colleague A a sidelong glance.
"No, no, no matter how handsome the guest is, it won't affect my normal work. Manager, don't worry," Colleague A said diligently.
"Alright then, you go." The manager thought, it's just taking an order, what could go wrong.
Ye Anhao lingered in the bathroom for nearly half an hour, figuring that the man would have finished ordering and the dishes would be served by now. Only then did she slowly come out of the bathroom.
