The call of "sister" made the waitress's heart bloom with joy.
"Oh dear, what are you calling me for? I'm much older than you."
She said this, but her face was smiling like a flower.
Su Xiaoxiao pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Comrade, you look at most eighteen, right? I'm already nineteen this year, how could I be younger than you?"
"Ahem... Do I really look that young? Actually, I'm already twenty-three this year."
Chen Lingling couldn't hold back her laughter.
Su Xiaoxiao looked incredulous: "How is that possible? You're not fooling me, are you? You look just like you're seventeen or eighteen."
The waitress was delighted by the flattery, as there's no woman who doesn't like being told she looks young.
Glancing at the comb stuffed in her hand, her mood improved even more: "Oh, I can't accept this, is this the new style from Shanghai? It doesn't look cheap."
