"Here! And here! Put up the flower baskets!"
"There's a fruit pit under the table, are you all blind? Why aren't you clearing it away!"
"And the carpet, the black carpet? Hurry up and spread it out! Do you really want the VIP to walk on mud?"
The little mouse in the green vest paced back and forth in the small shop with authoritative steps, hands clasped behind his back. He occasionally waved his arms, loudly organizing all the reception details.
A group of mice dressed in the same green vests closely surrounded him, and every now and then, a few mice dashed out to adjust the shop's layout to the green-vested mouse's liking.
Zheng Qing stood with his arms folded at one side of the counter, coolly observing everything.
