"Aunt Wan, Aunt Wan..."
"What's the matter, little Hai Tang? It's not busy in the front at noon today." Luu Wan is the head chef. Unless it's some particularly important guest, she generally doesn't need to personally cook.
She just patrols back and forth in the kitchen, supervising.
Of course, if it's particularly busy, she will help out. After all, she earns a high salary and must live up to the money she's given.
"Aunt Wan, my... my dad is here..." Qingtang whispered softly, in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"So what if your dad is here? He doesn't know you're here. What are you afraid of?" Luu Wan wasn't flustered at all, staying calm and collected.
"No, Aunt Wan, my dad is right outside!"
"Right outside?" Luu Wan gasped in surprise, "Did you see him, or did he see you?"
"I heard his voice, and I saw his back. That's my dad. His voice and back are too familiar. I recognized him at a glance."
