Afterward, the two men paid no mind to whether the food and wine were poisoned. The pair sat right down on the ground. Tang Yong grabbed a chicken, tore off a thigh, and took a vicious bite. Then he lifted the wine jug and, without bothering to pour it into a bowl, took two big gulps. GULP, GULP.
"Ah, that's the stuff!" Tang Yong let out a long breath. "Son of a bitch, how many years has it been since I've had such good food and wine?"
Li Yu did the same, taking a contented sip of wine, his movements much more refined than Tang Yong's. He squinted and said, "As long as I can see the families of our fallen brothers eating well, dressing well, and living without worry, with their children able to attend school... I'd be fine with never eating meat again for the rest of my life."
