The bodyguard's temple kept throbbing: Whose little brat is this, not afraid of bursting?
However, when the two roasted ducks arrived, the brat wrapped one in a steaming lotus leaf and then jumped off her seat.
Both Warren and the bodyguard watched her curiously, then saw her walk through the hall and out the door.
At the entrance of the restaurant, there was a beggar performing as a form of artistic expression.
Little Ginger handed the roasted duck to the beggar.
The beggar was very grateful and gave Little Ginger a very gentlemanly bow. Little Ginger laughed, lifted the sides of her skirt with her small hands, and gave the beggar a very ladylike curtsy in return.
Watching everything at the entrance, Warren's eyebrows rose slightly. Even the bodyguard, who had been watching Little Ginger intently, had a hint of amusement in his eyes.
