After leaving the inn, Jiang Cheng and the Fatty stopped at a roadside stall. A stove had been set up there, with firewood burning fiercely beneath it, crackling away. When the vendor in a melon-shaped cap saw them approach, he immediately lifted the stove lid, and the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes came pouring out.
"Gentlemen, freshly roasted sweet potatoes, piping hot!" The elderly vendor smiled ingratiatingly, baring a mouthful of yellowed teeth.
The Fatty swallowed hungrily, his eyes fixed on the sweet potatoes inside. "Give me ten! Pick out the big ones!"
"Coming right up!"
With their roasted sweet potatoes wrapped up, the two found a nearby spot and squatted down to eat. Jiang Cheng had initially leaned against the wall, but the Fatty had talked him into squatting too. The Fatty had sweet potato smeared all over his mouth. "Doctor, take it from me: roasted sweet potatoes have to be eaten squatting down. Best to squat in a corner, too. That's what gives them flavor."
After reluctantly giving it a try, Jiang Cheng found there might actually be a little something to it. The same half of a sweet potato did seem tastier.
The Fatty nudged Jiang Cheng with his elbow and was just about to say something when a familiar pair of figures appeared in the street corner in the distance.
The moment he saw them, the Fatty sprang to his feet. They were none other than Lu Qin and Shao Tong, the two who had nearly gotten him killed before.
The Fatty hadn't expected those two to dare show their faces again.
And they looked quite relaxed, too.
As soon as the Fatty spotted them, Lu Qin and Shao Tong stepped out. Shao Tong, a pace behind Lu Qin, still wore his usual carefree expression. The