Upon reaching the corridor behind the inpatient department, Chang Jianjun lit a cigarette. The place was empty—where there had been a few diners yesterday, today there was no one.
Evidently, Mr. Chen's street stall plan was ultimately destined to fail.
What a pity, such delicious dishes, yet only he could enjoy them.
Chang Jianjun had no intention of bringing food for Liu Xia, after all, they weren't very familiar with each other; yesterday they were just being polite.
"Mr. Chen, the usual—one serving of Mapo Tofu, one of Braised Chicken, plus two buns and a bowl of rice."
It sounds like a lot, but if you eat slowly, it's actually not much.
The Braised Chicken consisted of large chunks of chicken, and savoring it slowly was quite satisfying, filling you up to about thirty percent.
Then mix the Mapo Tofu with the rice, and it fills you up to about seventy percent.
