Han Guishan and Wang Jing were sitting at the table closest to the kitchen, one rubbing his hands, the other drinking water.
Zhang Siyu, carrying a dish of firewood-roasted duck, walked towards them step by step. Perhaps because she was so short, it wasn't until she reached Wang Jing that Wang Jing noticed the dish was being carried by a child.
As a former state-owned restaurant waitress, Wang Jing skillfully took the firewood-roasted duck from Zhang Siyu's hands and steadied it onto the table.
"This is the firewood-roasted duck," Zhang Siyu announced loudly before scampering back to the kitchen.
Wang Jing didn't look at the duck, or rather, she didn't even notice the duck. Her gaze was turned toward Zhang Siyu until she disappeared into the kitchen and not even her silhouette was visible. Only then did Wang Jing turn her head back.
"That little girl is really cute, plump and even cuter than my niece," Wang Jing remarked with a sigh.