The waiter came to their table and set a giant platter in the middle. It contained three types of cold meats and seaweed salad, and there was the jellyfish. It looked like rice noodles or sautéed onions but crunched against your teeth in the most disconcerting way. Esme could barely contain herself as she waited for her turn to fill her plate, and then she ate with an enthusiasm that had Quan grinning. When she blushed, Quan grinned even harder. “Hungry?” Quan asked. “This is good,” she said as she wiped her mouth with a napkin self-consciously. Quan chuckled. “I bet you’re fun to take out.”
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