When I woke up, it was already noon. Su Ziceng hadn't found Lin Ying, who had mentioned the night before, after turning off the light, that she worked as a sales assistant at a clothing store by day. By this time, she was probably already gone.
Lin Ying did not comment on Su Ziceng's bizarre promotion assessment, only suggesting that she might find some temporary work at a Chinese restaurant nearby. With Lin Ying's generous help, accommodation costs in Paris were not a worry, but Su Ziceng did not want to live entirely off Lin Ying's French bread, nor did she plan to take on jobs like dishwashing or waiting tables.
As for her own capabilities, Su Ziceng was well aware—it was only a matter of time before she'd break all the dishes in a restaurant.
"Go out and turn left, then another left and a right, and you'll find a Chinese restaurant. Keep going for two more blocks, and you'll get back to the square from yesterday," Su Ziceng read from the simple map Lin Ying had left behind.
