Nighttime, a bright moon hung in the sky, its silvery light illuminating the earth.
In the Presidential Suite of the Redison Hotel.
On the oversized LCD TV, a football match was playing.
But no one was watching.
Li Chengzhan poured himself a glass of red wine and walked to the window ledge in the living room, overlooking the prosperous cityscape below.
Outside, the city was brightly lit, and the traffic flowed incessantly.
However, Li Chengzhan had no time to admire it.
His mind was filled with delicious thoughts of the braised pig trotters, honeyed ham, Dongpo pork, and yellow croaker noodles from the Delicious Restaurant.
Just thinking about them made his belly, which was just full, feel hungry again...
He took a sip of the red wine in his hand, hoping to alleviate his craving.
But his beloved red wine just didn't taste as good anymore!
"Sigh!"
