"Yes, the Zhang Residence is just on the east side of the main street up ahead," the old man said, pointing eastward to Feng Xuxu.
Feng Xuxu lifted her cup and, with a raise of her hand, said, "To the elder gentleman," and then took a small sip herself.
"Please," the elder took a gulp with a lift of his hand.
The four of them ate and chatted, and when they were about halfway through their meal, they heard someone settle their bill behind them.
"Sir, your total expense is thirteen taels and two hundred and ten wen," the waiter said with a broad smile.
Zhang Junyi felt for his money pouch around his waist, but it was gone. He checked his sleeves for silver; nothing there either. He searched himself head to toe, but no luck, his face turning beet red in panic as he awkwardly said to the waiter, "Young man, my silver was stolen on my way here. Can I have my servant bring it this afternoon?"
