"I really shouldn't trouble you like this." Grandma Blanche hesitated.

Jenna Roland smiled slightly. "Please don't stand on ceremony. It's good for young people to stay active. Let me handle the dishes."

"Well then." The elderly woman relented, watching warmly from the side. "Jenna, Milo mentioned you're planning to treat Dr. Melford to dinner?"

Jenna continued washing without pause. "He traveled all the way here to perform Milo's surgery. We didn't pay any fees or give gifts. Since the operation went so well, we both felt we should express our gratitude. But he wasn't in town, so we planned to arrange something when he returned."

"You absolutely should thank him properly." Grandma Blanche nodded. "Actually, Dr. Melford has already come back. He's now the head of cardiac surgery at Johns Hopkins Hospital. If you'd like to invite him, Ethan can provide his contact information."

The plate nearly slipped from Jenna's hands. She turned abruptly. "Dr. Melford went to Johns Hopkins? Why?"

"He's already in his thirties and still single. His family is anxious. Besides, he's originally from Los Angeles with both parents living here. Returning makes it easier for them to... encourage his marital prospects."

"How does Grandma know all these details?"

The older woman chuckled. "A friend of mine knows Dr. Melford's grandmother. I heard about it yesterday while shopping. Since he operated on Milo, I made some inquiries for you. Just ask Ethan for the phone number if you want to invite him."

"I see." Jenna resumed washing. "That works, though I'll need to wait a few days."

"Why?" Grandma Blanche looked puzzled.

Jenna explained, "I've decided against opening a restaurant. First, I'm going to sell clothes at a street stall. My current e-bike can't transport goods, so tomorrow I need to buy an e-tricycle."

"You're going to be a street vendor?!" The elderly woman's eyes widened.

She had previously suggested Jenna open a small eatery, even offering financial support. Never did she imagine Jenna would choose street vending instead.

While there was no shame in honest work, operating alone would be grueling. Constantly evading urban management officers meant risking entire days' earnings—or even injury—if caught. How could this delicate young woman endure such hardship?

Seeing Grandma Blanche's shocked reaction, Jenna turned. "Yes, is there a problem?"

The older woman's voice softened with concern. "Do you realize how difficult street vending is? Exposure to wind and sun aside, what will you do when urban management shows up? A small restaurant would be much better. If money's an issue, we can help. Don't subject yourself to this!"

Jenna understood the kind intentions. But restaurants required six-figure investments—too risky without experience. A failed venture could mean financial ruin.

She laid out her reservations point by point.

Grandma Blanche listened patiently before responding, "Why fear failure? Everyone starts somewhere. Consider our investment a gift—no repayment expected even if you lose money. Just focus on running the restaurant with peace of mind."

Jenna pressed her lips together. "Grandma, the stakes are too high with zero experience. The pressure would overwhelm me. I'd rather gain experience vending first, then consider a proper shop when I'm ready."