哎哟我去，三三看着桌上那红汪汪的一大滩，差点没背过气去。隔壁桌那眼镜小子扬起脸来，嘴角一撇，估计心里又骂她八百遍蠢货了吧。三三手心直冒汗，恨不得钻地缝去。老板娘已经红着脸，一个劲儿给人家赔不是，给钱道歉，那眼镜小子倒好，掐着脖子嫌汤太辣，说要把她这店给掀了。

“先生，您别激动，是我手滑，不是故意的。”三三忙不迭爬过去，脸上堆笑，眼睛却不敢抬。

那眼镜小子哼了一声，拿起纸巾，擦了擦眼镜片，这才算是消了气。三三看着那油汪汪的痕迹，心里直打鼓，手心全是冷汗。她知道，今儿个这顿是保不住了。

老板娘拍了下大腿，对着三三就是一通骂：“你这傻丫头！眼睛呢？脑子呢？幸亏那小子脾气好，再差点，老娘这店就得关门了！”

三三咬着嘴唇，不说话，心里却把那眼镜小子给恨上了。就一穷酸样，还敢在这儿撒泼？哼，看吧，早晚找抽！

“算了算了，那我再给你拿一杯吧。”老板娘叹了口气，拍了拍三三的肩膀，“今天就当这事过去了，下回注意点。”

三三点点头，心里却还是愤愤不平。凭什么啊她，就因为自己手笨，就得买单？她 picked up the sauce spoon, walked over to the neighboring table with a heavy heart, and poured the soup into the bowl. She couldn't help but feel a little resentful as she did so.

After the guests left, the restaurant was quiet. Only the sound of the air conditioner and the faint aroma of spices remained. 三三 was wiping the tables, her mind still on that annoying glasses boy. Suddenly, she heard a strange noise from the back garden. It was like a soft sigh, as if someone were crying.