Wang Yi asked Shirley what she wanted to eat, and she told him to pick whatever he liked.
So Wang Yi took Shirley to a wonton shop.
He ordered them each a bowl of wontons, along with a few bamboo steamers of buns.
Although it was already past midnight, the restaurants in Chinatown, in the great metropolis of New York, were still bustling.
Many Chinatown shops, in particular, were open 24 hours a day.
Since Wang Yi had to maintain his physical condition, he couldn't eat fatty meat, so his wontons were made with beef.
The owner had specially developed these beef wontons to cater to NBA players.
The shop owner was a middle-aged man in his forties. He glanced at Wang Yi, then at Shirley beside him.
He didn't say anything, but a hint of envy showed in his eyes.
Wang Yi had been to the shop a few times, and almost every time he came with a different woman. Every one of them had been an absolute beauty.
Even though everyone knew Wang Yi wasn't the kind of person to fool around, it was still enviable to have a beautiful woman for company at every meal.
As they ate, Shirley told Wang Yi about how she'd been a fan of his all these years.
She said that back in high school, she'd flown alone to Sacramento for the first time to watch Wang Yi play.
In college, she'd gone to see him play in person several more times.
She said her bedroom walls and dresser were covered in Wang Yi posters.
Her computer and phone were full of pictures and videos of him.
Shirley kept chattering the whole time, while Wang Yi simply listened with a smile as he ate.
Wang Yi had already finished eating, but Shirley