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Chu Xiyue had done her homework in advance. Though this tea restaurant looked shabby from the outside and was tucked deep in some out-of-the-way alley, its fish ball noodles and pineapple buns were excellent. The roast meat rice place next door was supposedly one of Hong Kong City's ten must-try restaurants for tourists, and plenty of Hong Kong City celebrities had visited it. How could Chu Xiyue possibly miss it?

It was already past mealtime, and there were not many people in the restaurant. The owner was clearing the tables when he looked up and saw Chu Xiyue and the highly intimidating bodyguards beside her. His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively assumed the gang had come to cause trouble.

But the owner quickly came to his senses. What gang would bring women along when coming to make trouble?

The owner tossed aside his rag. "Boss, what would you like to eat?"

Cantonese was the common language here. Chu Xiyue was from Shenzhen, which was not far from Hong Kong City, but she could only understand Cantonese and was not very good at speaking it. She generally did not use Cantonese in everyday conversation.

Chu Xiyue had her bodyguards go next door to pack up an order of roast meat rice. She glanced at the menu on the wall and ordered in Mandarin, "One bowl of fish ball noodles, one egg tart, and one pineapple bun."

The owner paused when he heard Mandarin, then switched to Hong Kong-accented Mandarin as well. "All right, miss. Take a seat over there and wait a moment."

The owner turned and ducked into the kitchen to get busy. In a place like Hong Kong Island, labor costs were expensive, so restaurants generally did not hire waiters. The owner usually served as both waiter