He Zhilan and her colleagues returned to the dormitory after their shift, and then everyone went their separate ways. He Zhilan and Fang Fang retreated to their room together.
Even before Fang Fang had set down her bag, she turned to He Zhilan and asked, "You made quite a lot in tips today, didn't you? I heard there was a regular customer at the restaurant who was very generous with you today."
At the mention of this, He Zhilan couldn't help but squint her eyes in a big smile. It seemed that ever since she started working at the restaurant, she had turned into a bit of a money-craver.
"Yes, a regular customer. He heard that in our country we have the custom of giving red envelopes for the New Year. He knew today is the eve, so he gave me more tip as a red envelope to wish me a happy New Year!" He Zhilan said, pulling out the money from her pocket. "A whole ten dollars! I was shocked when I saw it. My brother only earns a little over thirty dollars a month!"
