Chapter 291

Luna White was distracted all day at work. Fortunately, there weren’t many patients—she only had to administer one acupuncture treatment before spending the rest of her shift idle.

At lunch, she couldn’t swallow a single bite. Her chest felt tight. Compared to that person, she was still too weak. Their starting point was leagues above hers.

When the shift ended, Luna slipped into her black belted down coat. Bright colors were rare in this era, and she never cared for flashy reds anyway. A sapphire-blue scarf made her skin look like snow, while her black block-heeled boots accentuated her tall frame.

Snowflakes drifted from the sky as she stepped out of the hospital. The biting wind howled through the bare branches, the sound sending a chill down her spine.

By the time the bus arrived, the snowfall had thickened. Fat flakes pelted her face, reducing the world to a blur of white. The sky was darker than usual—a blizzard was coming.

She reached the entrance of Old Bai’s Spicy Hot Pot and brushed the snow from her coat. The door was shut, but warm light spilled through the glass windows. The neon sign glowed vividly against the storm.

The wall that had been damaged yesterday stood perfectly intact, as if nothing had happened. The red wooden frames and glass panes were spotless.

Pushing the door open, a wave of heat rushed over her.

"Aunt Luna!" Aaron Jackson greeted her with a grin. "We’re packed today—Mom and Dad can’t keep up!" The teenager’s face was flushed with excitement as he juggled taking her coat and shouting back orders from customers.

"Find a seat, Aunt Luna! I’ll catch up with you later!"

The dining hall buzzed with noise. Every one of the ten tables downstairs was full, steam rising from bubbling pots of broth, fogging up the entire room.

Luna Whitaker and Ryan Wallace darted between tables with two waiters in tow, barely keeping up with the demands.

"Two more plates of lamb!"

"Glass noodles and tofu, please!"

"Another bottle of wine!"

"Tripe and beef omasum—one each!"

The sheer chaos left Luna stunned.

Luna Whitaker finally squeezed behind the counter, wiping sweat from her brow. "Luna, Mr. Smith is incredible! He fixed everything overnight—you’d never know it was damaged. I tried to get him to stay for dinner, but he refused..."

Luna handed her a glass of water. "Don’t worry. There’ll be plenty of chances to thank him later. They’re probably still investigating last night."

"Who did we even offend?" Luna Whitaker frowned.

"Don’t stress. Andrew and his team have it handled." Luna scanned the room. "Was it this busy at lunch? They didn’t bring in customers, did they?"

"No!" Luna Whitaker beamed. "It was a group of officials from the nearby Party School. They came for lunch, loved it, and spread the word—now the whole place is booked! We even have a waiting list."

"We made over a thousand at lunch. Tonight might hit two!" Her voice was hoarse from shouting. She drained the water and rushed back to work.

Luna settled at the counter, watching her sister and brother-in-law hustle. For the first time, she felt at ease. Despite their inexperience, copying the business model from the future had worked beyond expectations.

This style of hot pot would sweep the nation in no time. Within a month, word of mouth would guarantee steady customers.

Compared to state-run restaurants, their service and quality were unmatched.

It seemed fate was finally on their side.