The triangle-eyed waiter took the order, glanced at it, turned around, and scooped up the White Sugar...
After observing the whole process, Chuxia, with her face as dark as the bottom of a pot, pulled the commander Tongzi aside and whispered, "The hallmark of this department store is that the customer is 'God,' right?"
Zhou Mikang shot her a glare before striding again toward the round-faced sales clerk, "Give me my detailed list."
Glancing into the barrel, the round-faced sales clerk said indifferently, "It's gone."
"What right do you have to tear it up?"
"As a member of the Liberation Army, you do not respect the working people; of course, I have the right to tear it up."
"Good, I hope you stand by your words," Zhou Mikang said, turning around and pulling Chuxia upstairs. Chuxia didn't ask any questions, just meekly followed him up the stairs.
