The sky was gradually getting brighter. Xia Jing was awoken by the newly-risen sun, red as fire, shining on her eyes. She slowly opened her eyes and rubbed them with her hands. Looking at the sun outside, she felt her mood lift. She cheerfully tidied up a bit, preparing to go out for a meal, but Zhang Zhentian had barely slept in the latter half of the night and was dead tired.
Xia Jing walked for half the day on the road and saw a restaurant. She went in and ordered a few small dishes from the waiter. Just as the waiter brought the dishes to the table, the phone at the service counter rang.
"Hello, how can I help you?" the waiter answered the phone and asked.
"Please make a few small dishes and bring them up."
"Sure, may I know your name, sir?" the waiter asked politely.
"Zhang Zhentian."
"Zhang Zhentian, is that correct?" the waiter repeated.
