"Xiao Li, I'm waiting for you at Yuan Zhou's restaurant along Taoxi Road." A young man dressed in a thin sweater said gently on the phone by the door.
"Got it. We meet there every time, but never eat there." A delicate grumble of a girl passed from the other end of the phone.
"Just wait until the end of the year. After I get my annual bonus, I will take you there to eat the Egg Fried Rice." The young man held his phone and said decisively.
"No need. I don't really feel like eating it anyway, just saying casually. Wait for me. I'll be there right away." The girl refused flatly and then said happily.
"No hurry. Just take your time. I'm waiting for you." The young man nodded his head and instructed her carefully.
Such matters often happened at the door of Yuan Zhou's restaurant and the customers that lined up there didn't feel strange at all at sight of that. After all, Yuan Zhou's restaurant was the most famous place around there.
