"I've been so busy all day; I'm hungry, especially after catching the whiff of barbecue. The aroma is enticing, but Yin Xiaofan really isn't craving grilled meat."
"But stewed meat is another story. At noon, we were treated like rabbits, gobbling up heaps of radishes. Naturally, we have to compensate with a meaty dinner."
For Yin Xiaofan, First Hospital was all too familiar, with delicious eats nearby, which he had visited frequently—riding down that well-trodden path was second nature to him.
Approaching a restaurant, Yin Xiaofan strode in to find a vacant table and seated himself, and right away, a waiter came over with the menu in hand.
"I'm sorry, sir," the waiter said with a smile.
"Just one," Yin Xiaofan replied, smiling.
"Would you like to order now, sir?" the waiter asked.
"Sure," Yin Xiaofan nodded, "I'll have your house specials—the plum-flavored meat, tomato beef stew, and a large bowl of rice, please."
