The breakfast shop attendant delivered breakfast as usual.
As he was about to leave, a young and beautiful married woman walked up beside him.
"Young man..." Jiang Yihuan blocked the attendant's path, "Can you deliver an extra portion for me tomorrow?"
Saying this, Jiang Yihuan stuffed broken silver into the attendant's hand.
The attendant quickly pushed it back, declining, "Sorry, ma'am, you have to queue at our shop. We don't do deliveries."
"If you don't do deliveries, what are you doing here? You've been delivering lately, and now you say your shop doesn't deliver breakfast?"
"Young Master Zhou is different. It's the boss's special orders," said the attendant and swiftly left.
Jiang Yihuan stamped her foot as she watched the attendant's retreating figure.
