60 Old Dugu. The Medallion of Gratitude

On the other eight tables, dishes and wine were served on their tiny surfaces; even the goblets were filled.

Yun Yang sat down alone with his head lowered.

He ate a mouthful of the dish and then drank another mouthful of wine, not speaking a word.

Old Dugu sat at a corner looking at the eight empty seats, looking at the dishes and wine served on the eight tiny tables. After looking for a while, he slowly closed his eyes.

Two tracks of tears streamed down silently.

…

“I found a place.” Supreme Blood’s voice was ecstatic. “We can go drink there.”

“Where is it? Is it reliable?”

“Of course! Besides, the old man there only knows how to make one dish, that is the Chinese cabbage tofu. It is absolutely the best!”

“Only Chinese cabbage tofu?”

“Only Chinese cabbage tofu.”

“Then we must go try it out.”

…

“Not bad indeed. Big brother, let us all go next time.”

“Alright.”