Giving tips to the two waiters is still okay, but thinking about the tip given to that receptionist just now, which was several times more, Rebecca Quentin couldn't help but speak out, "Being rich is great, you can be so generous, giving tips that could match someone's monthly salary!"
Howard Geoffrey leaned back against the chair, his dark eyes fixed on Rebecca Quentin's clear bright pupils, suddenly as if he found a trace of emotion in her eyes, he slightly curved his lips, "Why do I smell a sour scent?"
"Food?" Rebecca Quentin didn't catch on, lowered her head to sniff the food, "Not sour?"
"Someone spilled the vinegar."
"Uh..."
"Who spilled it?" Rebecca Quentin's speech turned stammering, "I... I just think if every waiter could meet a generous boss like you, they might make quite a bit in a year as a waiter."
Howard Geoffrey gazed at Rebecca Quentin with a smile pulling at his lips.
