"Sit down."
Ning Qing pointed to a chair in the courtyard.
"You're only cutting it now?" Chen Shu fiddled with his damp hair. "It's already poking me in the eyes."
"Sit."
That was all Ning Qing said.
What a nasty personality.
Chen Shu grumbled inwardly as he sat down.
Ning Qing picked up the barber's cape and snapped it open. She swept it across his front and fastened it around him, then took a comb in one hand and thinning shears in the other. At first glance, she looked quite professional, like a master barber.
Xiaoxiao sat beside the stone table, with Peach perched on top. The girl and Cat stared fixedly at them.
Chen Shu still had an endless supply of questions:
"Why aren't we doing this upstairs?"
"Are you cutting it, or am I?"
"You are, you are. You're paying, so you're the boss."
"So..." Ning Qing's voice remained icy. "I'll cut it wherever I like."
"But there's a mirror upstairs."
"I don't need a mirror."
"I do."
"Not my problem."
"That's so unprofessional!" Chen Shu paused. "And your customer service is terrible!"
"Don't distract me."
"Even if you want to cut it outside, is it really that hard to bring out the full-length mirror from your room?"
"Don't distract me."
"..."
This was the first time Chen Shu had ever had his hair cut blind. He couldn't see any of the process and wouldn't know how it looked until she was done. He hadn't even chosen the hairstyle, and the barber hadn't told him what she planned to do.
A shop like this would never stay open.
Chen Shu couldn't help saying, "If you do this again, I'm charging you an extra ten yuan."
Smack!
A palm landed on his forehead.
She even hits her customers?
Chen