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The team dinner after the narrowly averted uprising is raucous. They have several guests of honour, but Da Qing focuses on the generous feast. These are the best fishcakes ever! He goes for the last one just as Zhu Hong reaches for it too.
“That’s mine! I’m Deputy Chief. I outrank you.”
“I’m your High Chief. Show some respect!”
They glare at each other.
Lao-Zhao rudely plucks the contested snack from between them. “Here,” he tells Shen Wei, “you’re still recovering. You should eat more.”
Da Qing watches in chagrin - and Zhu Hong sighs - as the Envoy accepts the fishcake.