Miao Qingfeng's fragrance was that of a mature scent, alluring and memorable. Her scent, on the other hand, was sweet and tempting, as if begging for a kiss.
Both she and Miao Qingqing had an air of greenness about them, with Miao Qingqing giving off a sweet vibe, even a tad willful, whereas the waitress before Su Xuan always seemed soft and delicate, invoking a sense of pity.
"Here, this is for you," Su Xuan said, offering a tip.
Su Xuan pulled out a hundred.
"Sorry, but the boss has a rule that we're not supposed to casually accept tips from customers."
Su Xuan liked her even more for this; regardless of whether the boss knew, under these circumstances she still refused—this showed a simplicity of heart.
Since she refused, Su Xuan couldn't be too forceful and awkwardly took the money back.
Just as the waitress left, Miao Qingfeng said, "What's the matter, taken a fancy to her?"
