Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither spoke.
A few seconds later,
Zhao Yingjun gave a slight smile, turned her head away, and looked out at the flowing street scene through the window:
"It must be a very important person, a very important matter, right? Otherwise... such a choice that gambles a lifetime, the sacrifice would be too great."
"Perhaps."
Lin Xian smiled, pushed the plates on the table aside to make room, and let the waiter place the newly served chopped chili fish head in the center of the dinner table:
"This fish head looks really good, very appetizing."
"Then have a taste!"
Zhao Yingjun laughingly picked up her chopsticks along with Lin Xian:
"This is also considered one of the most classic dishes in the Hunan cuisine. I wish you and your newly started Rhein Company good fortune and success!"
...
"You got it!"
At a street-side open-air barbecue stall, Gao Yang rolled up his tank top, rubbed his bulging belly, and pointed a lamb skewer at Lin Xian:
