The granny’s home was not difficult to find. The three people of Boss Zhao soon arrived at the outside of her house. As Zheng Xing looked like a nice goody-goody, he went up to knock the door with a carton of milk in his hand.
"Hello. Granny, are you home?" Zheng Xing asked mildly.
"Who’s that?" The granny answered at the other side of the thin door.
"It’s us, granny. We want to ask you about something," Zheng Xing said softly.
"Have we met before?" The granny opened a crack and looked outside.
"Yes, we have. Did you forget?" With a faint smile, Zheng Xing pointed to himself and the other two persons.
Seeing the granny still appeared puzzled, Lin Cong said hurriedly, "Oops. Over there at the entrance of the restaurant, we asked you about something. Do you remember now?"
"Oh, yes. We met at the little boss’s restaurant." The granny was suddenly enlightened and only then did she open the door following a sound of "Zhi Ya".
