They were not familiar with this place and had no clue about many things. Qiao Mei made some warm food for everyone while Xia Zhe made a call, dialing a number which he had memorized.
"Ring… ring… ring… who is this?"
"I want to buy groceries," Xia Zhe said calmly.
"How much? What kind of groceries do you want?" the other party asked.
"I want one pound of white flour, one pound of rice and one pound of salt to make smoked fish and smoked chicken. I want them delivered to the steamed bun shop at five o'clock sharp tomorrow evening," Xia Zhe said.
"Hello, I'm Feng Ce. You must be the person I'm waiting for," Feng Ce whispered on the other end of the phone.
"Let's cut to the chase. Do you have the information I want?" Xia Zhe said.