The car kept going until it dropped Jason off in front of the clinic on Sausage Street.
Hannibal had come out as soon as the car neared.
Standing on the steps in front of the door, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of Jason getting out of the car.
"Jason, welcome back."
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
After saying this and turning his head to thank the driver, the two walked shoulder to shoulder back into the dining room of the house.
The scent in the dining room was rich.
The pouch he had obtained earlier had already been opened, its meat sliced thin by Hannibal and arranged on a plate. A copper pot with burning charcoal sat at the center of the table, surrounded by sesame paste, chopped green onions, cilantro, garlic chives, and chili peppers sprayed with oil, especially the latter. The scalding fat and chilies collided to unleash a distinct fragrance that made Jason's eyes light up.
"According to the description you gave me before, I've tried to recreate it."
