It was late at night.
These days, it started getting dark earlier, so it was actually only 9 PM.
His father knocked on his door, "Little Ye, your Mom and I are going to bed."
"OK, good night." Zhang Ye switched off his computer and replied his father through the closed door.
His father asked, "Do you want breakfast tomorrow morning? What time will you wake up at?"
Zhang Ye laughed, "Yes. I have to teach a morning class tomorrow, so I will definitely be up early. Wake me up around 7 or 8 AM. I want to have tofu pudding."
"Alright. I will get your Mom to buy some tomorrow morning." Dad replied.
Suddenly, Zhang Ye's cell phone rang. It was an unknown number.
Zhang Ye picked up, "Hello, who is this?"
"Teacher Zhang Ye, I'm a program producer from Beijing Television Station," said a man's voice. He could not decipher his age from the way he sounded, but he thought he might be 30 something or even 40 something.
