"Miss, may I ask if you're looking for me for something?" Dazhuang asked again.
"Well, my baby has digestive issues, and I heard that traditional Chinese massage can help. Someone told me that there's a masseur named Dazhuang here who is quite skilled, so I brought my baby over to see."
The woman spoke softly, her tone poised and her aura ethereal.
"That's easy."
"Have you ever massaged other infants before?"
"I usually massage adults; children... this would be my first time. But I think it's all the same; there shouldn't be much of a problem."
"Is that so..." The woman seemed quite conflicted, and it took her a while to say, "Then give it a try."
It wasn't clear who had referred her, but it was evident that the woman trusted the person who had, otherwise, she wouldn't have let Dazhuang try.
Hence, we cleared the table a bit to let her lay the baby down on it.
"Miss, how should I address you?"
"My last name is Zhao."
"Alright, Miss Zhao, how old is your baby?"