"Wang Xian!"
Just as Wang Xian was grinning from ear to ear, a clear voice rang out.
A girl in a green dress walked toward him from afar, smiling as she asked, "You're not thinking of running away, are you?"
"What's your name?"
Wang Xian rubbed his forehead, cursing inwardly: Are you a dog or something? I just came looking for food because I was starving. How did you catch me again?
"My name is Liu Qing'er!"
The girl in green floated lightly into the steamed-bun shop and sat across from him. She casually picked up a bun and took a bite.
Her eyes lit up. "It's delicious!" She waved to Old Meng. "Old man, bring me a few more!"
To be fair, when Wang Xian smiled, he did look a little roguish.
Especially when Liu Qing'er had suddenly appeared, reminding him of those women and what the old man had just said. The curve of his mouth took on an even more meaningful air.
Old Meng brought over a bowl of lamb offal soup and a basket of buns.
Liu Qing'er pointed at Wang Xian and laughed. "Looks like you really were starving yesterday. When Old Zhang left, he didn't even pack you anything to eat..."
"And you're about to fight in the arena. Don't tell me you're going to run off after filling your stomach?"
Old Meng froze at her words. So the boy really was going to the arena to fight someone for his life.
Wang Xian ignored Liu Qing'er and looked instead at Old Meng.
He smiled. "Old man, my name's Wang Xian... If you were about to fight someone to the death, what would you do?"
"And that guy's bigger and stronger than I am..."
Old Meng hadn't expected Wang Xian to ask his advice