The mother and son stood next to the front desk for a while, waiting for a server to come and give them the message.
"The kitchen is too busy. Chef Fu needs to wait a bit before he can come over."
The boy's mother nodded, "It's okay, we're not in a hurry."
After the server left, she turned to comfort her obviously anxious son, "Understand, the restaurant's business is too busy."
The boy nodded and, a bit uneasy, checked the things he had brought again.
He muttered, "This, got the milk, the candy, the nut gift box, and... isn't it a bit too little?"
The boy organized his things and suddenly felt a bit frustrated.
His mother quickly said, "It's just a token of goodwill. It wouldn't be good if it's too expensive. It's already a pile of big and small boxes, and they're all carefully selected, all good stuff!"
Having said that, she explained in a low voice, "Too many things would be too hard to give."
Only then did the boy stop.
In less than ten minutes, Fu Yu hurried over.
