The early evening!
Scott Lang sat at a corner table in the restaurant...
The guy was clutching a big bowl of noodles Old Cheng had treated him to, stirring the beef gravy with his fork as he slurped them down with obvious relish.
The ruthless Lin Shaoqing had kept him trapped in a whiskey glass for almost forty-eight hours. In the end, he'd even wet himself.
If he hadn't risked getting beaten to death by growing big and charging into the bathroom, things might have ended even worse.
It was Peter who'd kindly put in a word for him, allowing Scott Lang to sit here clean and wait for Alvin and the others to return.
Robert sat near the bar, a teapot in front of him as he read a book, absorbed.
Lin Shaoqing had somehow gotten hold of an exquisitely designed kettle. Carrying it over, he poured boiling water into Robert's teapot to brew him a pot of black tea.
If not for the tea tag dangling from Robert's teapot, most people might have thought he was a man of refined tastes.
Robert glanced up at Lin Shaoqing, who was using a delicate kettle more expensive than his car to brew him cheap black tea...
Then, with a small pair of silver tongs, he lifted two sugar cubes from an elegant sugar bowl and dropped them into Robert's teapot.
The retired old agent smiled and shook his head. "You don't have to do all this for me.
I'm just an ordinary customer!
If you knew what I used to do, you'd understand that all this is pointless."
Lin Shaoqing smiled unconcernedly, politely gestured for Robert to enjoy his tea, and said, "Nothing is pointless...
There's a saying in China: 'Courtesy never offends.'
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