Heath truly hadn't expected there to be someone like this in the world. In his view, this sort of thing shouldn't have happened in this day and age. It might have been possible back when the League was struggling to develop, but in the League today, as long as someone was willing to look for work, a day's wages would basically be enough to support them. Eating a bowl of fried rice costing a dozen or so League Coins for each of their three meals wouldn't be a problem.
Besides, this man looked perfectly healthy. At the very least, he didn't seem to be someone who had lost the ability to work because of a disability. So why had a man like him fallen to the point of scavenging other people's food?
Heath really couldn't understand why this man was picking up food at his barbecue stall. His clothes didn't look like a homeless person's, either. They were clean and tidy. No matter how Heath looked at him, he didn't resemble someone who spent all day wandering the streets and survived by rummaging through garbage.
But when he watched the man hurry behind the bushes, then come out a short while later and throw an empty bag into the trash, Heath felt that this really did seem to be the only possibility.
Although Heath couldn't understand why the man would eat other customers' leftovers, that was indeed what he was doing. While preparing food for his other customers, Heath kept watching that customer a little longer. The man took a few other things, one after another. If there had still been a chance that Heath had misunderstood him before, when the man picked up the fried rice left by a table of customers and poured it into a bag, Heath