Mei saw that I was hesitating and gave me a white look, "If you've got something to say, just say it. Aren't we close enough for that?"
I put out my cigarette, "I don't want to go to the third floor anymore. It's just right being a male tea artist on the first or second floor. Other than Mrs. Bai, I don't want to serve any other guests."
Mei looked at me with a hint of surprise in her eyes, "Why? The customers on the third floor are generous with their tips. Don't you want to make money?"
I shook my head, "It's not that I don't want to make money, it's just that I don't feel at ease earning it this way."
Mei laughed, "I didn't expect you to be such a principled guy. Alright, I'll try my best to keep you from going to the third floor. But you work at the teahouse, if a customer specifically asks for you, there's nothing I can do."
I smiled, "Then thank you, Mei." Mei nodded, and since there was nothing else, she let me leave.
