"Still, he's got a bit of a conscience," Rachel snorted, feeling famished and not about to let this rich guy's treat go to waste.
Rachel had learned something today. Compared to the pile of clothes he had bought, a meal was nothing.
As they left the supermarket, they found themselves in front of a high-end restaurant, the same one they had visited last time.
The dim sum here was truly delicious.
Near the entrance of the restaurant, two beautiful waitresses were wiping tables and chatting quietly.
"Why are we so unlucky, wiping tables every day? When will we ever get ahead?" Waitress A frowned, clearly distressed.
"Who knows? Maybe one day you'll catch a big shot and get ahead," Waitress B joked, knowing that it was not easy for waitresses like them to climb the social ladder.
