Stepping out of the auditorium, Feng Shan changed back into his fur coat and put on a large fur hat. He blended into the bustling crowd, looking utterly inconspicuous, like any other passerby.
A taxi was parked by the curb. Upon seeing Feng Shan, White Bird quickly got out and opened the car door.
"Sir."
"Thank you." Feng Shan nodded and got into the car. On the seat was a paper bag of food with "Smokehouse BBQ" written on the packaging.
"Sir, I figured you might be hungry. I bought some beef burgers and reindeer sausage hot dogs from the restaurant. The beef and fruit you asked for are in the trunk," White Bird said as he returned to the driver's seat, glancing at Feng Shan in the rearview mirror.
"Thanks!" A grateful smile appeared on Feng Shan's face as he opened the paper bag. The rich aroma of the food instantly filled the car. Loki wriggled out from his coat, hopped onto the seat, and eagerly started tearing at the bag, mumbling something about "meat, meat."
