Before Zhao Youlin could make sense of it, Lu Xiangtian had already stood up with his crutch. "Since you think that the food here is too greasy for me, I'll head out and find something else."
Zhao Youlin hurriedly stood up when she heard that. She smiled and said, "I'm a little embarrassed by your words. When I passed by the neighboring street, I happened to see a small shop selling congee there. It seemed to be quite good. If you don't mind, Uncle Lu, you can go over and take a look."
Lu Xiangtian smiled and nodded. "Okay, I will. Thank you."
Zhao Youlin nodded politely with him and watched Lu Xiangtian leave.
Zhao Youlin thought that this matter would end here, but unexpectedly, Lu Xiangtian suddenly stopped after walking a few steps past her and called out to her, "Mrs. Mu."
When she was suddenly called out, Zhao Youlin's body trembled. She turned her stiff body to look at Lu Xiangtian, "Uncle... Uncle Lu, is there anything else?"
