"It's her!" He said in a low voice. I found a seat and sat down in the early morning, and shouted loudly: "Waiter No. 38!"
"Isn't this calling me?" I was stunned for a moment. It seems that the coffee shop does not have a designated waiter for guests, right? I'm weird.
"No. 38, Didn't you hear? Do you want me to invite you? I'm telling you, it's best to show up in front of me before I get mad, otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences!" Ling Chen looked around with cold eyes.
"What a loud tone. What an arrogant guy. Just let me get back to you!" I raised a confident smile, held the menu in my arms, and strode forward. "I wish you good luck." The supervisor shook his head and left. I looked at the supervisor's back in confusion, shrugged, and continued walking forward.
"Do you guys need anything?" I asked. "You are 38 (thirty-eight), which is really an auspicious number." I teased in the early hours of the morning.
"I'm sorry, chatting is not my job scope. To order drinks, please press 1, and to order staple food, please press 2. It's over, please leave!" I said calmly.
"You're quite brave. Are you new here?" Ling Chen smiled coldly.
"I've said it before, chatting is not my job scope. If you admit that you have hearing problems, I can tell you again!" I gave him a smile back
"Okay, let's order. I'd like a cup of lemon juice, a cup of cranberry juice, a cup of grapefruit juice, a cup of orange juice, a cup of apple juice, a cup of peach juice, a cup of cappuccino, and a cup of black coffee." He read these things in the fastest Mandarin possible in the early hours of the morning. But I was on the sidelines and couldn't even remember it.
I glanced at him with disgust, but Ling Chen crossed his legs, looking carefree...