The meal continued.
Ivy was rather curious about the missing bodyguard. Although he might really have fallen asleep somewhere, it had sparked her creative inspiration.
Fiction drew from life, then reshaped it.
Qian Sen wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin. Recalling the taste of the raw marinated seafood made his mouth water, and he called a waiter over. "Could you bring us a few more lobsters?"
The waiter replied evenly, "Sorry, sir. Our restaurant's special lobsters are available in limited quantities each day. This batch was caught last night and marinated with special seasonings."
"If you enjoyed them, you can come back tomorrow."
"I see..."
Qian Sen shrugged helplessly and could only order a few other raw marinated dishes.
Zhou Xiaoqi's parents sat beside them, smiling obligingly.
Just then, several figures ran into the restaurant and up to Ivy's table.
It was a woman in old clothes, filthy and disheveled. She held a young daughter by the hand, with a baby under a year old strapped to her chest with strips of cloth. A basket packed with clothing hung on her back.
She immediately began lamenting to Ivy and the others:
"My heartless husband despised me for bearing only daughters and drove me from our home~"
"Ah~ the three of us, mother and daughters, have been left on the streets, so pitiful~"
"Cold and starving~ barely clothed... all we can do is kneel, cast aside our dignity, and beg for food, beg for food~"
As she sang, the woman shook the iron bowl in her hand, then pinched her older daughter's arm. The girl wailed in pain.
Ivy was a little taken aback. Was this how people asked for money now?
An obligatory performance fee?
Helplessly, Ivy took out a coin and placed it in the woman's