Every time my husband and I go for hot pot, the same girl serves us. She only said hello to her husband, and every time she spoke to me she was acting strangely. I got really pissed off when a big mess of cilantro showed up in my bowl. I couldn't bear it anymore and threw the brain in my hand at her face. My husband picked up the silk scarf I put aside and wiped her face. It turned out that her husband was attracted by her status as the little princess of a hot pot restaurant and wanted to rely on her to gain a foothold in the catering industry. As everyone knows, I am the big boss behind the hot pot restaurant!
