Saturday, the sun was shining brightly, and Charlene got up, carefully preparing herself. She chose a very ladylike dress, demure and elegant, wanting to make a good impression on Song Can.
Around noon, she called Song Can, and the two arranged to meet at a Western restaurant.
"Auntie, you've aged really well. You look like my sister," Charlene said, the first words out of her mouth causing Song Can to be at a loss for words.
"You sweet talker. I'm getting old, unlike you young folks," Song Can chuckled.
Who didn't love a compliment?
"Here, Auntie, take a look at the menu. What would you like?" Charlene eagerly handed the menu to Song Can.
"Okay, I'll have a medium-rare steak and a bowl of minestrone soup," Song Can ordered, and Charlene followed suit, adding a salad.
"Charlene, aren't you from around here?" Song Can asked as they waited for their food.
