After a moment of reflection, and checking his work schedule, Fu Yisheng found he had some free time and decided to call Lu Qingqing.
"I've returned to the country, and the mooncakes are almost off the market. I wonder if I can still enjoy the king crab you once promised?"
When she received his call, Lu Qingqing was typing away. She stopped, swiveled her leather chair around, and laughed, "Has the busy man finally finished his work? What delicacies haven't you tasted that you're actually thinking about king crab?"
King crab is good, but there are, of course, delicacies that are even better.
With a smile, Fu Yisheng said, "Without someone I want to see, even the rarest delicacies taste bland. How can they compare to the anticipation of king crab?"
Lu Qingqing's face turned red upon hearing this.
"Fu Sheng really knows how to joke."
"I never joke," Fu Yisheng replied seriously, and then suddenly asked, "Are you in Hong Kong?"
