After dinner, Shi Nian'an called the server over to pack up the leftovers.
The server dragged their feet before coming over, carelessly tossing the takeout containers onto the table, their packing actions so haphazard that soup splattered everywhere.
Xiang Wan was drunk, but Shi Nian'an was not.
She narrowed her eyes and scrutinized the server, "What's your problem?"
The server didn't even look her in the eye, all snobby and disdainful, "I've never seen anyone here pack their leftovers, aren't you ashamed… The restaurant's so busy and you're still asking for takeout, what a bother."
Shi Nian'an was so annoyed she had to laugh, "Heh, I paid for the food, right? What's wrong with wanting to pack it up? Isn't that your job? I'm taking what's mine, and you dare to criticize? Who do you think you are? You, call your manager over!"
The server rolled their eyes, "Our manager is busy, can't you see it's the dinner rush? The poorer they are, the more problems they make."
