“What do they ask, then?”
“It’s all strange questions like, ‘You are walking down the road when a qilin approaches you. The qilin asks you your favorite day of the week. What do you answer and why?’” Mei tilted her head, her brow furrowed in recall. “Another one was, ‘a Zitark is named in your parents’ will. Do you contest it? Why?’ The questions weren’t the same both times I took the questionnaire. They weren’t completely different. I’d say about half the questions are the same, but that Zitark question was in the first questionnaire and not the second.”
Jia stared at her sister, waiting for her to crack a smile and admit she was lying. No restaurant could function the way this place was described. When Mei didn’t change expression, Jia accepted she was telling the truth.
“That’s the w
