Feng Yisheng, Fu Bolin and Zhou Rong chatted while having the vanilla flavoured cake, sandwich, fried egg, toasts and coffee they had ordered. "I see you still have a sweetooth Yisheng," Fu Bolin remarked. During the time they were together before Feng Yisheng left for The States with his parents, he always ordered sweets or cakes or ice creams.
"Yeah, I guess it is inborn," he replied shoving a small piece of the cake in his mouth. "So, how did you know your way around the city?" Zhou Rong cut in.
"Oh that. It's umm-"
"Do you not know Rong? Our friend here, Yisheng has a nice beauty accompanying him around town," Fu Bolin let Zhou Rong in on his latest discovery.
