"Go tell Nash to meet me at the airport. I'm making a trip to Fairbanks." As he spoke, Feng Shan habitually pulled out his wallet, planning to give Liu Lan a small tip to thank her for passing on the message.
But Liu Lan waved her small hand, her face lit with a pure smile. "No tips between family."
With that, she led her group of friends, and like a flock of cheerful little birds, they skipped and hopped off toward the tribal camp.
After arranging everything, Feng Shan went to the restaurant.
The restaurant was a hive of activity. The staff were in the middle of preparing a banquet to welcome the crew members.
Old Zhang was temporarily filling in as head chef. His thick Chinese accent and broken English echoed through the restaurant as he did his best to assign tasks to everyone.
"Belinda, have you seen Jenny?" After smiling and greeting Old Zhang, Feng Shan's eyes landed on a girl carrying a basket of vegetables, and he called out to her.
