Cheng Su lived in the same building, one stairway to their apartment, which was warm and cozy. But next door, it was as cold as early spring, and the male homeowner had stormed out, his whereabouts unknown. The wide-open door seemed to be telling some sort of joke.
And where was Chen Shouwang at this time? After leaving home, he had boarded a bus, headed out of town. When the bus reached the terminal station, he looked around. He was in the suburbs of Qing City.
His stomach growled with hunger, rumbling nonstop. Chen Shouwang touched his belly and gave a bitter smile. Was this what they called reaping what one sows?
Walking in the suburban town, which was very small, he wandered aimlessly. Suddenly, an appetizing scent caught his attention. He looked up to see a flag with the word "Tavern" fluttering in the breeze. The scent was coming from this tavern.
Chen Shouwang walked in. There was no one around except for a few small tables. He sat down and called out, "Boss."
"Ah, coming." A woman’s voice answered. Soon, someone emerged from the kitchen behind the cloth curtain—a young woman in her thirties, wearing dusty pants and a red long-sleeved floral shirt, with short hair. The orange light shone on her face, casting a soft glow.
Chen Shouwang suddenly felt a sense of peace settle in his heart. He asked, "Do you serve food here?"
The woman seemed surprised for a moment but then smiled and said, "Yes."
"Just stir-fry one dish, and also..." Chen Shouwang glanced at the shelf behind the cash register and pointed, "bring a bottle of ’Laobai Gan’ liquor."
The woman acknowledged with an "All right" and brought over the Laobai Gan, placing it on the table, and also fetched a glass. She then went back to the kitchen to get busy.


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