Zhou Baowei left his seat, probably to go to the bathroom and drop some little pearls.
Bai Bufan watched Zhou Baowei's dejected back, pursing his lips, his eyes filled with hesitation and unease. Would what he was about to do be a little inappropriate? He turned to Lin Li, took a deep breath, and asked, "Lin Li, if I sneak a piece of Baowei's egg pancake right now, do you think I'll get caught?"
"Probably not, but can you finish what's in your bowl before eyeing what's in the pot?" Lin Li gave a prudent analysis. "Also, be careful. Baowei might be conducting a sting operation, hiding by the door in the shadows, wiggling his butt and spying on us."
"You're right. Forget it, I'll let him off today." Bai Bufan nodded, wolfed down his buns in a few bites, then bit down on his soy milk straw and eagerly asked, "Lin Li, what about last night?"
"I'll buy you a little pudding at noon."
"Who asked about your little puddi— You're really buying it? Thanks, bro!
Ahem, but we can talk about noon at noon." Bai Bufan gave him a fawning smile, then eagerly returned to the subject. "Stop keeping me in suspense. You know what I want to ask. Hurry up and tell me—what exactly is going on with you having a target for the weekend?"
"I met a guy last night..."
Lin Li told Bai Bufan about what had happened last night in considerable detail.
"So, if that guy really sends me the map of Xi Ling Chicken Farm, we'll have more options. We can pick more carefully then. If he doesn't send it, that's fine too. Tonight, I'll go check out the Tian Hong Chicken Farm he told me about last night."
"You're going tonight? I