My dad took me out for dinner at our usual spot, an inconspicuous local noddle restaurant. When we got there, a middle-aged lady was there, waiting for her order while talking to the waitress, who is also the landlady of the restaurant. The place isn’t very big but it’s spacious enough. And the three of us were all the customers at the time. While we found a table and waiting, the conversation between two ladies is becoming clear to me. The customer is actually running a small fabric business, her current shop is a two-layer one, and it’s not very convenience for her to cook upstairs while looking after the business downstairs. So she is looking for a place like the noodle restaurant where she can take care of her whole life at one big downstair-cooking shop with an affordable rent. After learning her needs, the dinner is served. That’s when the chief—also the owner—came out from kitchen and joined the conversation. Now he and his wife are searching all the corresponding vacancy place they know in their head, analyzing the pros and cons of every spot. My dad also knows some of the spots, so he and the other guy who just came would express their opinions every now and then. It’s amazing to see how strangers helping each other through such a way instead of any “stereotyped help”. However, we finished our meal before the conclusion is made. No matter how badly I want to listen to the end, it would be awkward if we stay— at least I think so. It is common to overhear an irrelevant conversation in public especially at a restaurant. But it’s also likely to be interrupted by food, other accidents or anything else. This dinner, I feel like I was reading a novel, or I was in a novel, listening a seemingly trifle like an outsider.