The Manchu Han Imperial Feast was too expensive.
They couldn't finish it.
When Ding Ling said they should leave, Geng Hao felt it would be too wasteful and wanted to pack the food up.
Ding Ling said, 'Then let's go racing first. When we get back, we can heat these dishes up and eat them. How does that sound?'
'That sounds great.'
Geng Hao strongly agreed. 'We only had one meal, and we dumped it without eating much at all. What a waste. Back when I was at home, the dishes I cooked in the morning often lasted from morning until night. They could cover all three meals.'
Dong Dong had clearly been through the same thing. She nodded beside him. 'Sometimes I don't even have any dishes to eat. I'd buy some Lao Gan Ma and mix it straight into my rice.'
Hao Yi also laughed. 'Eating instant noodles is a common occurrence too. We shouldn't waste this Manchu Han Imperial Feast. If we really can't finish it, we can freeze the better dishes and eat them the next day.'
What could Ding Ling say?
He could only say that these three really knew how to live within their means.
He didn't object. After all, he was a God. He didn't care what he ate.
After a while.
At the racetrack.
Ding Ling got into a race car and began the competition.
Geng Hao, Hao Yi, and Dong Dong had Ding Ling's name stuck to their faces. They also held flags reading 'Ding Ling Will Win' and waved them around while shouting and screaming.
'It's starting, it's starting!'
'Number Eight is being driven by Ding Ling, and he's taken the lead. Damn, Ding Ling is incredible. Is he this fierce at racing too?'
There was a giant screen at