Near the end of the workday on the 27th, Mei Ping watched Miss Wang return from the window yet again, growing increasingly curious.
She asked, "Xiao Wang, is something going on? You've gone to the window six times already."
"Nothing."
Naturally, Mei Ping did not believe her. She could not help getting up and going over to take a look herself.
She saw a black Santana slowly pull up by the roadside. A man dressed, as usual, in a cool outfit of shorts and a short-sleeved shirt got out, glanced in this direction, then pulled a Huazi from his pocket and lit it. He sauntered off toward the Huangpu River.
Surprised, she said, "Xiao Wang, take a look! Isn't that Boss Wang? Did you arrange to meet Boss Wang?"
Miss Wang had only just gone back to sit down, her butt not even touching the chair before she hurried back over and leaned against the window to look down. The third floor was not high, and she could see clearly.
Smiling, she said, "It is Boss Wang. We arranged it yesterday—we're going to Red Egret for dinner tonight."
"Yesterday?"
"Yeah."
Miss Wang nodded. "Didn't I go eat pork chop rice cakes last night? I even asked whether you wanted to come along. I happened to run into Boss Wang there. He'd only been back for a short while too.
While we were chatting, he said that he used to set up a stall on Yellow River Road selling lamb skewers, but he'd never eaten at any of the restaurants on Yellow River Road, which he found a real pity. Now that he was done being busy and had plenty of time, he wanted to eat his way through every restaurant on Yellow River Road.
Then he asked if I wanted