บท 34: Chapter 34 Killing to Punish the Heart

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In the eyes of many American waiters, Asians basically don't have the habit of tipping, or if they do, it's just a dollar or two, which means they're not particularly favored.

Many waiters gather during their breaks to discuss whether the Asians they encountered today left a tip.

Then they would blacklist that customer, so when they came in next time, they'd deliberately serve them slower, or even sneak something extra into their food.

Li Ang had certainly noticed his performance and directly took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet.

He watched as the waiter's face underwent an instant transformation akin to the magical face-changing act of Sichuan opera, nearly laughing so hard that his face folded, as he bowed and moved closer to Li Ang.

But Li Ang, holding the bill, stopped halfway through the motion.

He frowned and asked,

"Did you wash your hair this morning?"

The waiter opened his mouth, seemingly confused, but still answered with a smile,