He Zhilan wondered if, during the thirteen years that had passed, she had grown up, and the beggars who had once benefitted from her generosity had also grown up and similarly forgotten about the carefree, chubby little girl who used to live where the department store now stood.
While He Zhilan was lost in thought, Lihua patted her on the shoulder, snapping her out of her reverie, only to find that the rest of her colleagues had already arrived.
Once in the restaurant, Lihua drew He Zhilan to sit next to her, quietly asking what she had been thinking about earlier.
"Not much, just saw that legless beggar and recalled some childhood memories," He Zhilan shook her head and then shifted her attention to the Chinese menu. She was the only one in the team who was proficient in both Chinese and English, so, naturally, the task of ordering food fell onto her.