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... a heads-up in advance and told them that they would probably be busy in the next few days.

“It doesn’t matter if everyone moves slower, but we can’t panic.”

There was a school near the milk tea shop. Tomorrow was Friday, and the period after school in the afternoon was a very busy time for the shop. There would be long queues of people wanting to order, which was quite difficult for newbies to handle.

Friday to Sunday was the busiest time in the shop. Coincidentally, this ...

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