Yang Chunxi once said that the life of a Soul Martial Artist is a life of companionship.
If Rong Taotao were to be judged by this standard at this moment, then he was undoubtedly outstanding.
"Here you go... sweet and sour pork." The proprietress's voice came from afar, drawing closer as she placed the dish on the table.
A fragrant aroma, tinged with the tart scent of vinegar, wafted into Rong Taotao's nose.
Rong Taotao licked his lips and looked up at Si Huan Nian.
Si Huan Nian, however, put down her chopsticks. She laced her fingers together, rested her chin on the backs of her hands, and said in an uncharacteristically gentle voice, "Go on, eat. You've earned this."
"Heh~ Well, if you insist~" Rong Taotao laughed heartily. With his Heaven-piercing Halberd still in one hand, dragging on the floor, he expertly snapped apart a pair of disposable chopsticks with the other. He moved with a practiced ease.
