For a moment, Lu Wanzheng was at a loss.
Yao Zijun stepped in to help, saying, "Grandpa, the child is so young. We adults should always help him. Don't be so polite with me."
“Good child, I am from the Shu family of Kyoto. You helped my grandson, so we owe you a favor. If you need anything in the future, you can ask.”
The Shu family? Lu Wanzheng wasn't very familiar with the affairs of the various families in Kyoto.
To put the old man's mind at ease, I said, "If I need anything, I'll definitely ask for your help, but right now the important thing is to check if Xiaoyu is injured. I just asked him, and he just shook his head."
She had just heard the old man calling the child's name, Xiaoyu.
"Sister Xiaoyu is asking you again, are you hurt?"
This time, the little boy finally spoke, his soft voice escaping his throat, "I'm not hurt,"
"Then quickly thank your sister."
Xiaoyu obediently did as instructed, saying, "Thank you, sister."
Lu Wanzheng bent down, patted Xiaoyu's head, and instructed, "You can't be so naughty next time. You're not allowed to run around in the store. Luckily, nothing happened this time, otherwise Grandma would have been so worried."
"Okay, I won't do it again next time."
"Good girl."
Lu Wanzheng straightened up, her attitude respectful. "Please take Xiaoyu back for dinner. The child has been frightened and must be hungry."
The elderly woman thanked Lu Wanzheng again, and with the help of her nanny, took Xiaoyu back to her private room.
The play ends and the audience disperses; this is an eternal truth.
Once the people involved had left, those around them looked away and went about their own meals.
Xiao Hua, holding the burn ointment the waiter had given her, firmly grasped Lu Wanzheng's hand and carefully and gently applied it, worried about hurting Lu Wanzheng.
Yao Zijun: "Luckily I haven't been working lately. How can you appear on camera with your hands that look like they've been scalded and boiled like pig's trotters?"
Lu Wanzheng: ...
Helping others only to be criticized by your agent—what kind of world is this?
Lu Wanzheng pouted, her eyes revealing a hint of amusement, "Sister Yao, you have really broken my heart. My delicate hands are nothing but pig's trotters in your eyes."
"Sister Wanzheng, you're joking. You should be more careful these next few days."
"Xiaohua still cares about me the most. She knows to apply medicine to my wounds and doesn't tease me."
Yao Zijun: "You're just being cheeky."
After applying the medicine, Lu Wanzheng still picked up her chopsticks and ate heartily.
Perhaps because of the indebtedness, the remaining dishes were served very quickly, as if it was specially arranged and theirs were prepared first.
After eating and drinking her fill, Lu Wanzheng returned the burn ointment to the store manager.
The store manager personally escorted the three to the door. "Thank you for your help today, Miss Lu." She was just an ordinary small business owner and couldn't afford to offend the Shu family. "These are our store's membership cards. We'll give you a 40% discount next time you come."
The store manager presented them with a membership card with both hands.
"Thank you, manager. We'll be going now."
"Please take care, gentlemen."
After seeing Lu Wanzheng and the other two off, the shop manager breathed a sigh of relief. She had just recognized Lu Wanzheng as a public figure, and thankfully she hadn't blamed their shop.
Previously, there were many incidents online about restaurants causing trouble, such as celebrities doing certain things at restaurants, and then the restaurants going bankrupt.
Fortunately, such a thing did not happen in her shop.
After walking away, Lu Wanzheng gave the membership card to Xiaohua, saying, "Next time you bring your younger brother to eat here, you can save some money."
Xiaohua accepted it, saying, "Thank you, Sister Wanzheng, I love you."
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