Juanita took Joyce and Luther and went to a tiny restaurant right next to the road.
The decoration in the restaurant was enough to tell them this restaurant was at least two or three decades old. Without the name of the restaurant hanging above the door, they could by no means know that this was actually a restaurant.
Juanita pushed open the aluminum sliding door, which was not high enough for Luther's height, so he had to bend down to enter.
Inside was a whole crowd of people, eating and drinking, noisy, lively, and boisterous.
The owner of the store greeted Juanita warmly, "Girl, you're here again, and you brought your friend."
A burst of greasy aromas wafted over the noisy environment, causing Luther to frown.
The slightly dirty tile floor seemed a little sticky when he stepped on it, and he looked down at the limited edition custom leather shoes on his feet, which looked out of place.
asked awkwardly, "Boss, do you need a better restaurant than this one? Here, here, uh, really not very suitable
into the cleaning bucket, took out a rag with hardly any color, wiped it twice, and greeted, "Come, come, sit
the first to be seated, and she looked over at Luther with
had probably never condescended to come to such a tiny restaurant. The greasy table and stool might also blemish
leave and his handsome face could hardly hide his
wet paper towels and wiped the stool beside Joyce carefully, "Please
sat down, and his body
should be so afraid to get yourself dirty." Joyce flattened
"What did
eat." Joyce looked calm and leisurely picked up the
at the owner while wiping the table in circles with paper towels. She complained in her heart. For what her boss just had to come with them to such a place! With such a man around, she did not even dare to say anything, could not
all the dishes with boiling water, then handed them to Luther at her