Though he was dying to complain internally, considering that the customer before him was king, the shop owner ultimately swallowed all those words.
Putting himself in their shoes, being God wasn't easy either. He should be more understanding.
—According to unofficial records, God once tried to grab Boss Da's jersey before he fell, but ultimately came up short.
Oh my man, God, what can I say?
Why was Boss Da so awful?
"Handsome, how would you like it cut?" After washing his hair, the shop owner draped a barber cape over Lin Li and asked.
"Just trim it a little. Don't cut it too short." Lin Li raised his eyes slightly and made his request to the shop owner in the mirror.
"Got it!"
Although the shop owner agreed readily, Lin Li did not let down his guard.
Based on the bloody lessons learned from his own past and the lives of others, hairstylists belonged to a separate biological classification. They had their own language and were practically incapable of understanding human requests, especially during haircuts and perms.
Once, when Lin Li was young, he got his hair cut at another shop.
The hairstylist had also asked him, "How would you like it cut, handsome?"
At the time, Lin Li had answered, "Don't just cut or buzz it. Please clip it up before cutting"—that way, he could ensure there was a minimum length left and it would not end up too short.
Though the hairstylist had seemed a little troubled, he still nodded and agreed, then began clipping it up to cut—
"Brother~ Is it okay if I clip it up like this and cut it for you~?"
Lin Li: "(へ╬)!!"
Fuck you.
That bastard hairstylist had clipped his voice too.
A full-grown man had squeezed out the sweet voice