Zhang Heng changed his clothes, got off work from the power plant, and returned to his residence.
When he opened the door, he saw that the receptionist was busy killing some fish, preparing to make a Squirrel Mandarin dish. She had learned this dish from Zhang Heng. Of course, there was no Mandarin fish in Ukraine, so she could only replace it with other fish caught in the Pripyat River.
"How was work today?" the receptionist asked Zhang Heng in Ukrainian while scraping the fish scales.
"Well, it's still the same." Zhang Heng placed the paper bag in his hand on the table. "The pickles and jam you wanted. I got them for you on my way home from work."
"That's great! Just in time," the receptionist chirped happily.
