Back in Chinatown, Emerson has returned to the dim sum to chat with Bao's daughter, Mei about her father's untimely demise. She, however, is not forthcoming and dismissively says she doesn't know why her mother bothered hiring Emerson as her father's death was an accident. "Your mother had a hunch," Emerson says. "I could gold-leaf my bathroom with what I made off Mother--Hunches." My love for Emerson honestly knows no limits. Mei introduces Emerson to her fiancé, the dim sum owner, Rubbie Wu. "I'm sorry about your loss," Emerson says sincerely, savoring a dumpling, "both in the human and the gastronomical sense." He cuts to the chase. "And speaking of the genius that was your father," he asks, smoothly. "Was it also possible he was a degenerate gambler?" He says he heard Bao was maybe in trouble over a bet he made at the restaurant. "He didn't have time for anything but work," Mei tells him, flatly. "My father and I weren't very close." The cherubic Rubbie goes on to say that they're just a dim sum restaurant, and that if Bao was in trouble because of gambling, it didn't happen there. Roughly denied any further free buns, Emerson heads to the Pie Hole. He tells Chuck and Ned that he couldn't see how the restaurant could have gambling going on; he didn't even see any place they could be hiding a secret card room. Ned wonders if maybe Bao meant something else when he said he lost a bet. "Maybe Bao had a pipe through his head," Emerson shoots back, "and we're chasing smoke!" Disgruntled, Emerson huffs out, getting into a sidestep dance with the miniscule Olive, made to look even more tiny next to Emerson, with whose waist she barely reaches navel-gazing level. Olive is not to be deterred, however, on her guilt mission to Ned. "Dwight stopped by again," she says. He had that kind, warmhearted look in his eyes that said: "Oh, I wish I could find my old friend, Ned's Dad, before I die alone." With that, she stomps off, leaving Chuck to pick up the gauntlet.