Piles of cheap plastic bag packaging.
He kicked the things that had fallen on his shoe, and the waiter hurriedly bent down to pick them up.
"What is this thing?"
The waiter gathered the items together, placed them back on the tray, and stood up.
He glanced at Joel Russo, reached for a package from the tray, and handed it to Joel Russo.
"Sir, you can take it back and try it."
Joel Russo frowned, "Isn't this for the guests?"
The waiter smiled, "It's okay, it's only five bucks per pack. I'll just replace it later. I hope you can forgive me this time."
Five bucks?
Joel Russo frowned, having no intention of wanting it.
The waiter awkwardly smiled, "It seems like girls really like eating this..."
The item that was about to be placed back on the plate was snatched midway, and the waiter paused. Seeing Joel Russo take it, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Looks like he won't get his wages docked today.
