The Cookie Jar Chinese Restaurant.
Two cars, one after the other, pulled into the parking lot. Feng Shan pushed open his door and got out.
This was his first time eating Chinese food since coming to Alaska.
On the other side of the parking lot, the restaurant was a classical Chinese-style building. The plaque above its entrance bore the name "Lin Garden" in large, gilded characters.
"This Chinese place is pretty good for Fairbanks," Frank said, walking over with a briefcase in hand.
Tom, head hung low, continued his act of utter subservience, while Feng Shan hid to the side, stifling a laugh.
'It really was just as Ga said,' he thought, '"Dance all you want now, but a day of reckoning is coming."'
A while back, when Frank, suffering from... overindulgence, had run to the Crown Territory for his life, Tom had mocked him relentlessly. The more arrogant his laughter was then, the more pathetic he looked now.
