At the insistence of her husband, Liwu followed him on a speed train the following morning. They made their way to the Austrian countryside. She sat by the window, watching rolling hills and quaint villages blur past. Beside her, Weijun was in his own world, a world filled with food. Every station stop, every vendor cart, every passing delicacy seemed to call his name.
"Look, Liwu, baby sized smoked sausages!" he exclaimed, stuffing one into his mouth and three more into her bag.
Liwu groaned. The bag with an infinite storage was supposed to hold emergency meals, evidence, files, weapons and important supplies. Instead, her husband had turned it into a traveling pantry. She peeked inside, counting the things he had stuffed in: strudels [100] of them, pretzels, fruit pastries, candies, jars of pickled cabbage, jars of milk!
They had milk in their own country. Why buy from a foreign one?
"Do you plan to eat the entire country?" she asked dryly.
