Zhang Heng understood why Xu Qian had stood up for the girl in the short skirt. What had happened outside the restaurant had probably reminded her of all the grievances she had suffered when she worked as a greeter, perhaps including something very similar.
Back then, Xu Qian had most likely been just like that girl in the short skirt who had been shoved around—able only to endure in silence and swallow the humiliation.
Rather than saying she had spent three thousand Credit Points to buy an apology from the male passerby to the short-skirted girl, it was more accurate to say she had bought an apology from life to her former self.
Before long, the girl in the short skirt brought over the menu and respectfully said, "What would you two like to eat? We have Cantonese, Sichuan, and Huaiyang cuisine. If you don't like Chinese food..."
Before she could finish, Xu Qian interrupted, "Candied yam, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, stir-fried snow peas with yam, and a pot of fruit tea. Also, tell that guy in the kitchen not to pass off nearly dead mandarin fish as fresh ones, peel the yam properly, and don't use leftover fruit tea from other customers."
A trace of surprise flashed through the short-skirted girl's eyes. "Have you... eaten at our restaurant before?"
"Heh, I've eaten here quite a few times," Xu Qian said.
However, the girl in the short skirt had clearly misunderstood. Thinking Xu Qian was a regular customer, she apologized profusely. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I haven't worked here for long, so I don't recognize everyone yet."
Xu Qian had no intention of explaining. She waved her away, then looked around the restaurant.
"So, has anything changed since back then?" Zhang Heng asked.
"A few things have changed, but it's