Tian Tian begrudgingly washed the ribs, keeping her head down, trying her best not to let her tears fall.
She cursed inwardly. A month's wage was just twenty bucks, and yet they made her do so much work. Twenty bucks shouldn't require doing this much. If she worked for a family who ran a restaurant, they'd definitely pay more.
"Hold on." The villain, Tian Sangsang, put her chopsticks down again and frowned impatiently. "You can't keep your head that low. Don't you know that, in our line of work, when you walk into the kitchen, you can't let your hair hang loose like that? Your hair swings around with your movements. What if a strand with white dandruff falls off? If customers see that, would they still dare to eat here?"
"And one more thing, friendly reminder: don't wear skirts in the kitchen. Otherwise, if oil splashes on you, you'll only have yourself to blame when it feels like your heart is breaking."
