Ni Yang seemed to discern Sun Shiwu's wariness, and continued, "Uncle Fifteen, it's kismet that we fellow townsfolk bumped into each other in such a large city like Beijing. You're my elder, so it's only right that I treat you to a meal. I know of a restaurant with amazing braised pork ahead! The chicken soup there is also good, and so is the lamb noodle stew..."
Sun Shiwu's eyes were practically gleaming, and he kept swallowing hard.
Meat!
He hadn't had meat for nearly half a year now.
No matter what!
As long as he could devour some meat, even dying wouldn't matter!
Even in death, he'd be a spirit satiated by meat.
Sun Shiwu squared his courage and continued walking with Ni Yang.
Ni Yang took Sun Shiwu to a small restaurant, and together, they ordered a full ten dishes, all of them hearty meat dishes!
Even before the food was served, Sun Shiwu was drooling, "So much food, can we finish it all?"