"Okay, Minister."
Liu Zheng readily complied.
"Enough dawdling, get on with it."
Thirteen Yao waved his hand dismissively.
He was already regretting why he had accepted such a nuisance.
"No problem, Minister."
Liu Zheng put away his two knives and approached the stone man.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Shi,"
he bowed slightly to the stone man.
You don't need to demonize bowing; as a form of apology or courtesy, it's still acceptable to use.
Just like Thirteen Yao said before, bowing is a deep subject—you bow to the extent necessary.
Too little or too much are both insincere.
"Hee~hee~"
The stone man shook its head slightly, seemingly not upset by the gesture.
After all, it paid for a massage and got to see a comedy act—it had no reason to be angry.
"May I ask what service you'd like today, Mr. Shi? Aromatherapy oil, massage, or foot therapy?"
Liu Zheng's patter was smooth.