The male waiter saw a female coworker waving at him.
He excused himself from Qi Sheng's table and walked over with a smile.
"Brother Zhou, want me to cover for you for a bit?"
The waitress was rather pretty—a solid 7 out of 10. You could say she was one of the restaurant's top beauties.
"Sure, Sun Juan. Want to see a movie later?"
The male waiter didn't think much of it and seized the opportunity to ask her out.
"We'll see. I need to get back to work."
The waitress secretly rolled her eyes and hurried toward Qi Sheng's table.
'You can't even recognize the owner of Spicy King. Serves you right that I'm not interested in you.'
As the owner of Spicy King, the local culinary scene's rising star.
Qi Sheng was handsome and wealthy, so naturally, many women had their eyes on him.
Coincidentally, this particular waitress had a best friend who had successfully landed a job at Spicy King.
Every so often, her friend would brag to her about all the benefits.
