Jiang Yao
It was another packed day at the shop. Jiang Yao was weaving through the restaurant, carrying two trays full of dishes all by herself. Her short-sleeved shirt was soaked with sweat and sticking to her back. Finally finding a moment of free time, she wiped the sweat off her face with the towel on her shoulder and hurried over to the drink station.
"Ji Chirane, hurry, make me a lemon tea! I'm about to die of heat!"Please log in to continue the conversation.