Gu Zi looked up to see a familiar, playful face appearing in her line of sight. She was taken aback for a moment before rising to greet the newcomer. "Gong Xin, happy new year. Are you here for the braised pork?"
They settled at a table, and Gong Xin, without any hesitation, poured herself a cup of tea. The tea was surprisingly sweet, just as the newspaper had claimed. This shop's tea had a unique flavor that couldn't be found elsewhere. Now, she was even more eager to taste the braised pork.
She responded to Gu Zi, "Yes, I'm here for the braised pork and to wish you a happy new year. You have no idea how much I've been craving this since I tasted the one my brother brought home from your place. Can you cut me a piece? I haven't had lunch yet. I have a few days off and I've already told my mom that I'm coming to see you today. I'll be heading back in a couple of days. Can I stay at your place?"
