Listening more carefully, he still couldn't hear anything.
The manager frowned deeply.
"Sorry, what did you just say?"
The manager asked her question quite directly.
"If there's anything you need..."
The manager just wanted to get this drunk customer out of there as quickly as possible.
As long as it helped achieve that goal and was within her ability, she was willing to do it for him.
To be honest, this was the first time she'd ever encountered a drunk customer in the restaurant.
The place where she worked wasn't a roadside stall or some hole-in-the-wall diner.
It was an upscale restaurant in a shopping mall in an area with exorbitant land prices.
The prices were high.
The customers were generally well-mannered.
Besides, when people came to eat hot pot, they usually focused on the various ingredients in the pot.
Not on the drinks.
This customer was the first she'd ever encountered who'd gotten dead drunk while eating hot pot.
The man waved his hands wildly.
He didn't respond to the manager at all.
The man seemed to be trying to stand up, so the male server hurriedly reached out to help him.
"Smack!"
The man's flailing hand struck the male server on the back of his hand.
The sound was loud.
The male server immediately pulled his hand back.
A red mark had visibly appeared on the back of his hand.
The male server sucked in a sharp breath.
A trace of regret rose in his heart.
But the pungent smell of alcohol at his nose reminded him that the man in front of him was drunk.
He wasn't in his right mind.
There was no need to get into an argument with a drunk.
The manager frowned.
She took a deep breath.
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