The waitress reached her hand into the cash register and then immediately pulled it back. She felt awkward and wiped her hands on her clothes before she responded, "Yes, sir."
Gu Yusheng didn't say anything after a minute had passed. He merely lifted his chin a bit and pulled the door open before he walked out of the convenient store.
After he walked back to the car, Gu Yusheng didn't immediately get into his car. Instead, he leaned on the hood and searched for a cigarette, then lit it up. He remembered what little troublemaker had told him that night as he had been about to put a lit cigarette in his mouth. "Smoking isn't good for you. You should smoke less, even when you're in a bad mood. It would be even better if you could quit smoking."
Gu Yusheng stopped in the middle of putting the cigarette in his mouth. The cigarette butt had only touched his lower lips for a few seconds before he lowered the hand holding the cigarette.