"I have a suggestion."
"What?"
"Let's eat meat!" Xin Fat Man's face bloomed with a huge smile.
"Eat!"
Zheng Qing answered viciously: "We're not just going to eat meat, but also drink! Eat big chunks of meat, drink big gulps of alcohol! Like the heroes of Liangshan, roaring and lively, never dwelling on things!"
"We can also meet new girls." Dylan blinked and forgot his craving for 'heartbreak blood' and set his sights on a more long-term goal, excitedly asking, "Where should we go? Yota? Eat parrotfish? Half-penny bar?"
The fat man glanced at him sideways, raised his arm and shook the watch on his wrist:
"We eat in the dormitory!"
Instantly, Dylan sagged like a deflated ball and slowly slid back into the coffin in his tent, soon leaving only half of his head outside, resembling a huge black snail.
The fat man reassuringly patted Zheng Qing's shoulder: "Rest assured, good food and drink, let off some steam... and tomorrow you'll be back to a fine fellow again!"
