Noon.
His mother had called to order a barbecue.
"Just place it here."
"Alright, Auntie."
"Oh yes, bring some more beer. It's a grand occasion today."
"Is someone celebrating their birthday?"
"It's not that. My son has just come back!"
Several of the hotel's staff carried the barbecue equipment and food over to the villa's yard. They also brought over a lot of cold beers and placed them on the table. As Zhang Ye was afraid that he would get recognized, he habitually put on his sunglasses again. This had become a reflex of his over the years ever since he started working in the industry. But he soon discovered that no one seemed to have noticed him at all, much less recognized who he was.
When the hotel staff left.
His mother laughed and said, "Was that necessary?"
Zhang Ye chuckled and said, "The sun was too bright. Can't I put on my sunglasses on for that reason?"
