Chop Suey Is Not A Thing
“Good afternoon. Welcome to Bamboo Wok!”
Jeanine tried to sound as chirpy as she could as she tucked the loose strands of hair into her braid and adjusted her polo tee. It was her fifth month at the job and she was already getting tired of cashiering, standing on her feet all day and responding to the whims of individual customers.
Aunt Yee May seemed to have a different perspective though and would often break the ice with anecdotes of wisdom. Sometimes Jeanine thought these were either taken straight out of the fortune cookies lying at the register or that…