Afterward, Chen Yi and his companions refrained from discussing any somber topics, as if they were ignoring the impending invasion of the God Race three days later.
Instead, they sat by the barbecue stall, immersed in the festive smoky atmosphere.
They skewered their servings, folded their pancakes to dip in the sauce, added a bit of green onion, rolled them up, and gobbled them down in a few bites.
They were thoroughly satisfied.
Then they had a bucket of ice-cold freshly brewed beer.
It was particularly pleasant.
Although the weather was a bit hot, and even the deep night didn't offer much coolness, the temperature quickly dropped after Tuberculosis Rabbit took out a high-powered outdoor air conditioner from his bag and activated it.
The group raised their glasses and drank freely.
They had the wine of the immortal poet Li Bai, but couldn't compose the poetry of Li Bai.