The savory, sour-and-spicy fish with pickled greens, along with spinach in garlic sauce, brought satisfied smiles to the faces of the men who had been eating nothing but dry rations for two days straight.
After the five people at the next table finished eating and drinking, they slung their arms around each other's shoulders and headed upstairs.
Duan Hongjun scoffed. "Acting so cocky on the road. They're bound to get themselves into big trouble sooner or later."
"Just eat. Why bother with people who are asking for it?" Liu Biao said, taking a big bite of a pig's trotter.
Before Li Xiangyang and his group had finished eating, they saw the bearded man and another person come downstairs and leave the guesthouse.
Li Bing glanced at the two and whispered, "They're probably headed for that little inn up ahead, the one with the red scarves."
Liu Biao looked at him with a sly grin. "Li Bing, you want to go too?"
