Lin Qi did not believe Mr. Truman was unaware of what had happened. Considering that they were in a public place where secrecy was impossible, he shook his head. "I hope God blesses Gefra. Everything will pass."
Mr. Truman nodded with a beaming smile. "Yes. No matter what kind of disaster it is, one day it will pass."
Before long, the restaurant owner brought over their food.
The beef ribs were a large, boneless rack, weighing roughly a pound. The marks left by the removal of the bones were still clearly visible.
The connective tissue that had tightly wrapped around the bones had not shriveled completely, leaving some space in the middle. The bones must have been removed only recently.
There was also a pork sausage above the plate, weighing about half a pound. In an ordinary roadside restaurant like this, if the meal was not cheap, the owner had better give them a generous portion.
Ordinary people had only two demands when eating: either the food had to be cheap, or it had to fill them up.
This place belonged to the latter category. It was not cheap, but customers could eat their fill of meat. Restaurants like this had a substantial market, especially among laborers.
Every once in a while, they needed to have a proper meal! With ordinary sauce, ordinary vegetables, and an ordinary but solid pork sausage, neither man seemed to think the ingredients were inferior. They ate with great relish.
On the other side of the strait, the Emperor of Gefra stood by the window, gazing at the stars filling the sky.
The weather was fine that day. The night sky was packed with stars, like a curtain in an opera house, with something radiant shining through the darkness behind it. Even those scattered points