When Jiang Yin came out, she immediately noticed the bizarre scene before her: Li Wei moved skillfully around the restaurant, his feet lightly and agilely dancing between tables, perfectly blending into the routine of the establishment.
Jiang Yin: Uh.
Before her brain could fully react, Li Wei's figure was already heading straight toward her, holding a stack of orders, "Table 11 needs two bottles of Coke, and Tables 17 and 21 need more tea. I'll take these to the kitchen now."
Li Wei gestured with the orders in his hand and, without missing a step, passed by Jiang Yin and into the kitchen.
Jiang Yin paused slightly, as familiar memories rushed over her. Such a scene should have been familiar, and yet at that moment, there was a sense of daze—
