Zhang Xin picked up a piece of fish, turned her head, and asked Zhang Zhao: "When I called you, were you still in class?"
Zhang Zhao was about to pick up the fish with his chopsticks but quickly stopped: "Yes."
Zhang Xin frowned: "Did I interrupt your class?"
Zhang Zhao seemed a bit flattered: "No, not at all."
Zhang Xin softly said oh and looked at Zhao Meimei, trying to control her slightly anxious mood, asking politely and naturally: "After last time we met, I've been thinking of inviting you and your brother to visit my home, but your brother has been quite busy. Perhaps when I finally arrange a day with him, you could come along?"
Zhao Meimei had a good impression of Zhang Xin, and upon hearing her question, she responded, "Sure."
Zhang Xin held the jug of sour plum juice and filled the cups of Zhao Meimei and Wang Jiayue: "Wasn't your brother busy trying to rent a booth earlier? How come he hasn't gone recently?"
