he spoke less.The taste of the congee was as good as ever, only missing the fried egg at the bottom of the bowl. On a whim, I took a picture of the congee and the shop where I bought it, and posted it...Zhao would always deftly defuse the situation with incredible skill. He'd then silently and masterfully turn the tables, humiliating her without even uttering a word.After they grew up, the two had co...