"Man, we really need people like you—highly educated, high position, high status, high income, and still relaxed and free. If I could go back, I'd definitely study hard and get into a good university."
In a small restaurant by Jiangjin Road, called a "Yang Guanzi" in Sha City dialect, Tong Dan took a sip of beer and sighed nonstop.
A fly restaurant like this doesn't have much space, it's all private rooms inside. To host more customers, they put up a big tent at the entrance, keeps out the cold, keeps in the warmth, and adds to the street-food vibe.
Fang Qing wasn't drinking alcohol, just plain hot water, saying she didn't feel well. Tong Dan didn't bother arguing with her, kept on and on about her hard-working, beast-of-burden life, happily drinking by herself.
"Since when do you like eating this stuff?"
