"Here are your noodles." Ni Yang served the steaming noodles to a tableful of customers with a friendly smile on her face.
Just then, a voilent thump echoed from the neighboring table, "Boss! Can you come here?!"
Ni Yang slightly furrowed her brows and turned around in confusion. She smiled and asked, "How may I assist you?"
The table was occupied by two stocky, frowning, and fierce-looking men who seemed to be troublemakers.
Ni Yang could predict how things were going to unfold. Having spent many years in the restaurant industry in her previous life, she had encountered all sorts of people and situations.
"Look at this!" One of the men stood up and slapped the table, glaring at Ni Yang.
Ni Yang looked down to find a fly floating in the golden noodle soup.
That was disgusting.