"Can we really not help?"
"Look, Ma'am, her hands are all red."
"This is too hot. Let me help her carry it," Jensen couldn't resist asking again.
But he was met with the woman's cold expression and a blunt refusal.
"Making a living is hard work for everyone."
"And you? Just look at your hands. You'd probably be even worse than her." The woman had been working here long enough to tell at a glance which kids were cut out for manual labor and which were not.
The fact that Yu Tao could endure so much was already a surprise to her.
But as for these boys, the woman had no confidence in them whatsoever.
Their hands just didn't look like they were made for manual labor.
"Alright, stop holding us up," the woman finally said, her patience worn thin.
The little service window had never been so swamped.
It was hard to say if everyone was just especially hungry for their food today, or if it was the promotional effect of having a few handsome guys around.
