When the owner brought out the red fermented bean curd braised pig trotter, its aroma immediately wafted into Qin Siyang's nose.
Qin Siyang took a deep breath.
It was the familiar restaurant smell he remembered.
"Enjoy, both of you."
Qin Siyang swallowed. "Uncle Zhou, please help yourself."
Zhou Xing seemed uninterested. He merely shook his head and continued eating the small plate of cold appetizers in front of him.
He had expected to make a killing from the special admission slot, but Qin Siyang's ruthless bargaining had left him with only a tenth of his original asking price.
Granted, that tenth amounted to five bottles of Sequence Potion, which was still a fortune. Based on the dosage the United Government allocated to someone in his current position, it would take him at least five years to accumulate that much.
Still, he was not entirely satisfied.
Yet Qin Siyang's uncompromising attitude left him afraid to ask for much more.
After finalizing the deal with Zhou Xing, Qin Siyang was in an excellent mood.
The sight of pig trotters, a food he remembered fondly, only whetted his appetite.
He picked up a trotter and started gnawing on it.
One bite filled his mouth with tender, sticky, fragrant goodness.
The flavors of pork and spices mingled with the fermented bean curd's savory aroma, creating a rich, layered taste.
Qin Siyang closed his eyes, savoring each chew.
Grease glistened at the corners of his mouth, alongside a satisfied smile.
Now this is food fit for a human being.
Qin Siyang sighed inwardly, heartfelt.
They had ordered more than they could finish, so Qin Siyang decided to take the leftovers with him.
"That comes to two thousand five hundred and thirty-two copper coins, young man. Let's call it two thousand five hundred."
Qin Siyang took