The young man quickly stood up. "Oh, oh, oh, I remember now! Doctor Du from Jinzhou."
Du Heng also laughed happily, pointed at the bread in the young man's hand, and said, "Master Huang, are you done with work and taking your lunch break?"
The young man smiled shyly and, somewhat embarrassed, hid the bread he was holding behind him.
In front of others, he could eat bread with pickles heartily, without a care.
But in front of this fellow townsman, whom he had only met once, he felt very self-conscious eating bread.
The young man laughed again, but in just a few seconds, his smile became slightly awkward and strained. "Doctor Du, you can call me Xiao Huang, or by my full name, Huang Jufu. Calling me Master Huang always makes me feel like you're calling Huang Feihong."
Huang Jufu?! My brain isn't working; I didn't even remember that.
"Well then, I'm thirty-one this year. I reckon I'm older than you, so I'll call you Xiao Huang. How does that sound?"
