"No way, man. Did you really catch it as soon as you got to Hangzhou? The last time I got motion sick, I was throwing up so badly it felt like the sky was spinning, and I almost coughed up bile. Don't be like me—feeling sick one day and ending up in the hospital after overeating the next day. Let me tell you, we have a lot of snacks at Zhiwei Restaurant. If you start eating at 10 in the morning, just one bite of each snack would be enough to stuff you. Don't you love shrimp dumplings? Master Zhang makes them especially delicious, and also..."
"Master Z... Zhou, you're... you're here too." Tan Wei'an rushed in, babbling a bit, before he noticed Master Zhou standing to the side.
Master Zhou glanced at Tan Wei'an, and with a seemingly neutral tone, yet very sarcastically said, "Oh, you can see me. I thought maybe I blended in with the floor tiles like a chameleon because of my white clothes today."
