An tried to slip away midway, but Zhao Bai grabbed her and pulled her back, smiling as he asked, "Sister-in-law, where do you think you're going? You're not even staying for a meal?"
She instinctively shook her head. "Let's skip the eating part..."
"No."
An was swept along. Zhao Bai's hand was like a torrent of fate—powerful and impossible to resist. Before she knew it, she had been dragged into the enemy's headquarters, that dragon's pool and tiger's den. The quiet night concealed everything. The terrifying deep purple sky above had turned black-blue, and the stars had taken on their familiar appearance. A cool breeze blew in from the lakeside, carrying a damp chill that made one want to stretch lazily in contentment.
Zhao Bai opened the restaurant's rolling shutter.
The rumbling sound startled An so badly that she dove straight into the bushes. She was nothing like Rosaliya and her sister—when An snuck around, she really snuck around. Her stealth skills were so high-level that trees could speak Vietnamese, snow could speak Russian, and stoves could speak Chinese.
"An-Mar, where did you run off to?"
Zhao Bai deliberately used her full name. The notorious Anti-Entropy little brat shuddered in the bushes, then crawled out as though resigned to her fate.
"What do you want?"
"Didn't I say I'd give you a reward? I'm just a weak, pitiful, helpless restaurant owner. The only reward I can offer is a bowl of pork cutlet rice."
"Pork cutlet rice?"
An turned pale with shock. "I won't confess to anything!"
She knew what pork cutlet rice meant. When prisoners in the Far East decided to confess their crimes, the officers would buy them pork cutlet rice. Pork was expensive, something many prisoners could not bear to eat. Was she, Grandpa An, the dignified