Yang Ping sent a WeChat message to Xiao Su to report the situation. Xiao Su told him not to drink and to drive slowly at night.
Shisan Chong, the seafood restaurant, is just nearby a local university.
As soon as they entered, a pretty waitress warmly guided them to the private room upstairs.
The boss was familiar with Su Nanchen. In just a few minutes, he arrived. He was a Chaoshan man, quite young, in his thirties, slender and nimble, and slick in social interactions.
"Professor Su, I was a bit late due to some just came up, please forgive me! What would you like to order today? The usual?" The boss greeted everyone to sit down, took the teapot from the waitress, and poured tea himself.
"Any dietary restrictions?" Su Nanchen asked Yang Ping.
"No food restrictions, and no history of allergies."
"Okay!"
