Su Anle had been keeping her head down just now, not paying any attention to the person serving the dishes. Now, hearing the voice, the clear and precise Mandarin, a voice she couldn't be more familiar with, she suddenly looked up.
Sheng Jianan was wearing a waiter's uniform, a smile on his face, looking as if he was there to serve her.
His appearance was too striking, even if no one recognized who he was, he still became the focus of the restaurant. Su Anle glanced around, then lowered her voice: "What kind of madness is this?"
Sheng Jianan cooperatively lowered his voice when speaking: "Quick, try it. I made it. It won't taste good when it's cold."
Su Anle was speechless, while Sheng Jianan had already straightened up, gave her the most standard waiter's posture, then turned and left.
Su Anle stared at his back for a few seconds, increasingly feeling that her previous judgment was correct, this man must be crazy, actually pretending to be a waiter himself.
