Zhao Xiaoxin, that country girl, started as a manager too. Why should she have to start as a waitress?
But did she have a choice?
Clearly no.
Could she refuse?
She could, but she couldn't bear to.
She took a deep breath, clenched her teeth, and said with a smile, "Alright, I'll move in right away."
It was just three months; she could endure it.
Besides, if she was smart about it and talked to Song Ting later, perhaps this hardship would soon end.
Han Muyang and Zhao Xiaoxin were the first to receive this news from Shen Ci.
After Song Enyu came back with her luggage, the two of them immediately arranged for her to be a waitress responsible for rooms ten, eleven, and twelve.
Song Enyu, reacting reflexively, tried to find some fault in it but, after close observation, realized it was relatively easy work among the waitstaff.
Others who carried dishes or swept or were hall order waitresses had much harder jobs than hers.
But she quickly grew frustrated.
