"Old Lu, quickly tidy things up, and then mop the floor."
Tang Shaohong poked his head into the kitchen and heard the head chef giving orders to a middle-aged man. That man, with a mole on the left side of his nose, looked Chinese, a typical feature, just as Gu Nuan had described.
After waiting for the others in the kitchen to leave, only the man called Old Lu remained. Tang Shaohong walked in, hands behind his back, leisurely strolling around the kitchen as if nothing was amiss, occasionally passing in front of the man called Old Lu.
Old Lu kept his head down, holding a mop handle as he numbly wiped the kitchen tiles over and over again.
Tang Shaohong finally stood still in front of him, lightly cleared his throat: "Where are you from, fellow countryman?"
"Hubei."
