Qiao Nian reacted quickly and grabbed the glass in time, so it was not knocked over. However, some water splashed on her hand. The warm water did not scald her, but it wet a part of her sleeve.
The waitress's heart started racing and she almost burst into tears. She quickly got a paper towel to wipe her sleeve and began apologizing profusely. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Customers who patronized the Imperial Mansion were usually rich, powerful, or both. Small fries like them could not afford to offend them. The pay here was good, but the dismissal rate of employees was high as well.
A few days ago, her colleague had accidentally splashed some gravy on one of the customer's clothes. Not only was she made to pay a hundred thousand yuan, but she had also lost her job.
She was afraid that she would end up like that, too.
