"Xiao Huan, there are hardly any customers left... Where is Sister Tong?"
As Yan Huan was tidying up the glasses and plates, he turned his head towards the place where Tong Yingying had been sitting, where bottles and glasses were still placed, but she herself was nowhere to be seen.
"I'll go look for her."
Yan Huan wiped his hands and walked over in that direction.
The shop has a second floor, but it's not open to customers; Sister Tong usually lives upstairs.
Between the shop and the staircase leading to the second floor is a long corridor, with the restroom in the middle.
Yan Huan thought she had gone upstairs to rest, but standing at the bottom of the stairs, he saw the locked iron door, knocked, and called out twice but got no reply.
"That's really strange..."
With the way Tong Yingying manages the shop, if the staff were negligent, it would be interesting to see if someone hollowed out her tavern someday.
