The Three Opening Speeches
"Pleased to meet you!" Eikabod said in Chinese.
Unlike the other hypnosis masters, he didn't think Li Bai was far too young to be a master.
Westerners had trouble distinguishing the appearances and ages of East Asians, just as East Asians had trouble distinguishing those of Black people.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, they returned to their breakfasts.
Li Bai quickly cleared his plate, then went back for another helping.
Eikabod, eating his breakfast at a leisurely pace, raised an eyebrow. This young Chinese man had quite an appetite.
But he hadn't expected that even such a large serving wouldn't satisfy Li Bai.
Li Bai kept clearing his plate and going back for more. After watching him do this several times and still seem eager for more, Eikabod Royce finally looked astonished.
Yet Li Bai didn't waste a single morsel. He even chewed up the bones and swallowed them.
"Young man, you should exercise some restraint. Eating like that will make you sick."
Eikabod Royce finally couldn't hold back and offered a well-meaning warning.
Westerners might set out all kinds of food on the table during holidays, sometimes piling it high, but they didn't usually take large portions. Besides, their food tended to be calorie-dense: cheese, roast meat, cake—even vegetable salad wasn't low in calories once you added the dressing.
But the plate Li Bai had eaten could have provided nearly a whole day's worth of calories for a white or Black person.
"Make me sick? No, no. I'm not even halfway done."
Li Bai shook his head. The buffet at a five-star hotel had plenty of variety, so there was no need to worry about him eating them out of food.
"???"
Eikabod Royce couldn't understand it. He'd seen Li Bai eat eight full