At a window seat on the second floor of a roast duck restaurant, Ye Chen took a napkin and wiped his daughter's mouth after she finished half an oven-roasted duck. He said while smiling, "My darling, are you full?"
"Daddy, where did Cutie go?"
The little girl burped and felt like it was a waste as she looked at the remaining half of the roast duck on the table. "Mengmeng can't finish it. It'd be great if Cutie were here."
"I've shipped Cutie over. He should be on the way."
Ye Chen was in between tears and laughter. He called the waiter over and left the restaurant after paying the bill while carrying the little girl. He was secretly exclaiming to himself.
It was no wonder that Beijing was the capital of the country. With all sorts of food, it was like heaven for the gluttons.
A black Mercedes Benz was parked outside.
