The lobster was peeled, the skewers were pulled off the grill, bubble water, and the froth of beer took flight, chili powder and cumin mingling together.
After two beers, Mr. Sun, who was picking up the tab for all of tonight's expenses, collapsed.
His Burberry plaid shirt clung to the cheap plastic table, the sleeves stained with the red juices of the crayfish that looked like they'd never wash out. It took just two cold beers for Sun Jikai to bid farewell to tonight's late-night snack.
Luckily, Mr. Sun had paid the bill in advance, otherwise, the amount they consumed would have been too much for Ji Gezi and Jiang Feng to handle.
Just the kidneys alone, they ordered 40 skewers.
Unlike the last time when he started cursing his entire family as soon as he got drunk, this time Sun Jikai didn't react at all after he collapsed, lying on the table with his eyes closed, looking as if he were asleep.
