The dinner menu was almost exactly the same as lunch, except for a serving of cola-flavored chicken wings, which were leftovers from lunch.
The few people at the table didn't mind the leftovers, and Black Bean was even happier, shaking her head as she nibbled on the chicken wings, her ears swinging rhythmically with her body. The sauce from the wings dyed her face a little like a kitten.
My mother was playing mahjong on her phone with her best friend, occasionally looking up to chat with the uncle. When she won the hand, she excitedly showed off …