But the waiter only thought those things to himself. He could never ask them aloud; someone in his line of work had to know how to read the room.
It was enough to know a little about certain matters and be able to tell people a thing or two. Anything deeper was beyond what insignificant people at the bottom like them could know.
Jiang Miaokong returned with the portrait and sat down beside Shen Shixu and Xiao Jinyi. Their food had arrived by then, so the three talked as they ate.
Jiang Miaokong first shoveled down a couple of mouthfuls of rice to settle his stomach before saying, "I asked that waiter. Someone who looked very much like Song Zhuoyang did come back a while ago. But there were differences between them too. Besides his eyes, the man who came back didn't have this little mole below his lips."
Shen Shixu picked up a piece of fish that Xiao Jinyi had deboned for him and put it in his mouth. It was springy, fresh, and spicy—quite delicious.
He took a spoon and ladled two spoonfuls of broth from the fish dish onto his rice, then mixed it in. The rice soaked up the broth and tasted wonderfully flavorful.
Seeing how much Shen Shixu enjoyed it, Xiao Jinyi followed his example and added two spoonfuls of fish broth to his own rice. It was much better than eating plain rice.
"Now that we've confirmed such a person exists, we need to find a way to track him down. Oh, right. I'll write up a statement in a little while. Take it over and have the waiter put his thumbprint on it.
"That will give us witness testimony. Once we take it back, we can release Song Zhuoyang."
Jiang Miaokong was delighted