Her delicate face was covered in sweat; she wished she had eight hands to serve the dishes.

No, I think I should just find a man and get married. This working life is really unbearable.

The man took the dish and said to the man next to him, "Have you heard? Hair salon wages are incredibly high these days."

Wen Jiaojiao paused, a hint of joy appearing on her face: "Why don't we go back and spend the night here, and then take a bus to work at a hair salon that's farther from the hotel and Wen Jiaojiao tomorrow?"

The other man, seeing that she wouldn't leave and too embarrassed to reveal the truth about the hair salon, chuckled softly and remained silent.

The restaurant was filled with a mix of noises when suddenly, a loud howl came from the entrance:

"Mom, I'm home."

Li Youqin stood at the toll booth, smiling as she greeted them:

"Son, come in and cool off. Dinner will be ready soon."

Upon hearing this, Wen Jiaojiao's thoughts were interrupted. She glanced towards the doorway and saw a young man with buck teeth, small eyes, a flat nose, and a round face.

She awkwardly looked away and continued serving the dishes: This young boss is lucky to have good parents.

As Wang Fang walked into the store, he suddenly saw the busy Wen Jiaojiao and felt that he had seen her somewhere before.

Five seconds passed, then his pupils suddenly contracted, he paused, and timidly approached the toll booth:

"Mom, why did you confess to her? She's a scoundrel. Yesterday I saw her forcefully kiss a man in the arcade."

Li Youqin glanced at Wen Jiaojiao. Her face was pure and gentle, and she exuded a lively aura, showing no trace of the word "hooligan."

She looked incredulous: "How could that be? She said she was forced into marriage by her family and ran away."

I'll just give him food and drink, eight yuan a month is enough. Where can you find someone so cheap? Don't talk nonsense and scare your mother.