Ever since Li Huowang had been released from the Suppression Room, life had been very peaceful. Every day, he took medicine, watched TV, and slept. Other than not receiving treatment from doctors, he was no different from the other patients.
Yi Donglai never came looking for him to conduct any more sandbox therapy. During this time, Li Huowang had not even seen his face.
Li Huowang did not know what medicine Yi Donglai was selling in his gourd, but he did not care. He would simply continue day by day, step by step.
Li Huowang walked into the cafeteria wearing handcuffs and shackles, the chain of his leg irons dragging across the floor with a clattering rattle.
The moment they heard that sound, the other patients immediately knew Li Huowang had arrived and hurriedly made a path for him. His former treatment had returned to him once more.
In all of White Pagoda Prison, he was probably the only one who could still wander around while wearing handcuffs and shackles.
Li Huowang picked up a plastic tray and went to the cafeteria window to receive his meal one item at a time: one meat dish, one vegetable dish, one soup, and rice.
The meat dish was pork skin stir-fried with fried tofu, the vegetable was blanched lettuce, and the soup was seaweed soup.
Li Huowang scooped up a wobbling piece of fried tofu with his spoon. The tofu was soft, fine, dense, and springy. With a light bite, the savory vegetable juices it had absorbed flooded his mouth. He pursed his lips and sucked hard, finding it quite delicious.
Li Huowang glanced inside the serving window. It seemed the prisoner cooks had been replaced. He felt that this meal tasted much better than when he had last been here.
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