Qi Huai'an's eyes and hands moved quickly as he immediately embraced Ji Jiaxin, lifting her from her chair and placing her next to himself, looking at the broken pieces on the floor.
"Be careful not to cut yourself on the shards," he cautioned.
As he spoke, he stood up intending to clean up the broken pieces.
Ji Jiaxin was somewhat scared; although she had broken bowls in the beautiful country as well, that was, after all, at home.
Now, in an unfamiliar place, in a strange restaurant, when such an accident occurred, the young girl's eyes immediately reddened.
The waiter, hearing the commotion, rushed over to check.
"Dear guests, has anyone been injured?"
"No, no, it's a minor issue. Could you please bring us another set of tableware?"
Ji Yao said with a reassuring, standard smile.
