After a short amount of time, Young Ghost excused himself to go to the washroom.
Once there, he removed the lid from the tank and took out the disposable phone that was kept inside a ziplock black.
There was only one number saved on the phone and he pressed call before waiting for the person on the other line to say something first.
"Xiao Ying..." said Uncle Yuan.
"Uncle Yuan."
Uncle Yuan smiled as he adjusted his earphones while he was preparing more food for the guests.
He missed Young Ghost's voice. After all, it had been almost 2 years since he last spoke to him and Young Ghost's voice had matured since then.
"How are you?" asked Uncle Yuan as he carefully placed the intricate sugar butterfly on the cupcakes. He smiled as he looked at the little sugar butterfly as he wondered whether Young Ghost was still a fan of his food.
"Good."
Uncle Yuan glanced around to make sure that no one was listening before asking in a hushed tone, "Your hand?"
