When Wang Xiaoliang looked up, Luo Bisheng's exhausted face was right in front of him.
His hair and clothes were neat, though, unlike the scruffy state he used to be in after waking from a midday nap. This was clearly a symptom of being in love.
"Why are you only eating this?" Luo Bisheng sat down casually across from Wang Xiaoliang, glanced at the lone plate of egg fried rice and the small dish of pickles on the table, and knitted his brows.
Before Wang Xiaoliang could speak, he raised his voice and shouted toward the kitchen, "Sister Hong! More dishes! Fish-fragrant shredded pork, hot-and-sour shredded potatoes, and Sichuan boiled pork slices! And two bottles of beer!"
Wang Xiaoliang hurried to stop him. "I'm driving. Can't drink."
"Then forget the beer!"
There weren't many customers, and the food came out fast.
Sister Hong brought over the steaming plates, saying, "You two brothers have finally gotten together again."
Without another word, Luo Bisheng picked up an empty bowl and helped himself to half the fried rice on Wang Xiaoliang's plate, then pushed the freshly served Sichuan boiled pork slices toward him.
"Eat some meat. Bro, if you're short on money, just say so. I can ask for eight hundred thousand or a million, and I've got thirty or fifty thousand on hand right now."
Wang Xiaoliang was touched, but he knew the guy thought he was eating egg fried rice because he had no money.
"What are you thinking? Eating egg fried rice makes me look poor?"
"As long as you're not struggling. You're a boss, after all. You're better off than a wage earner like me."
They bent over their food and shoveled down a few mouthfuls before Luo Bisheng spoke again out of the blue.
"Bro, why do I