The restaurant owner was filled with emotion. Three years ago, he and his son had been gathering mushrooms in the mountains when they were caught in a flash flood. His son was accidentally swept away, and Nathaniel Nathan, who happened to be on a mission nearby, had saved him.
This time, Nathaniel Nathan had come here to ask an old friend to help him order some specialty mushrooms, but he hadn't expected to run into the restaurant owner.
The restaurant owner recognized him but didn't know his name, so he respectfully addressed him as "Sir."
The restaurant owner ran after them and asked, "Sir, can you tell me your name?"
Nathaniel Nathan said flatly, "My name is the People's Liberation Army."
He had already walked out of the restaurant by the time he finished speaking. The restaurant owner stood there in a daze. 'Of course,' he thought. 'He's a soldier. He's the People's Liberation Army.'
