In the small restaurant whose facade was blackened by the smoke and fire, a few diners were sparsely seated.
Lu Xin slowly picked the green vegetable noodles in front of him with his chopsticks while looking towards the counter.
Two fat chickens roasted till golden-brown and dripping with fat were hanging behind the greasy glass cover at the counter. Their curves were full of temptation. Every inch was smooth and shiny, as though the pores were oozing the skin of the most primitive desire. They seemed to be teasing Lu Xin bit by bit and inch by inch, stimulating that urge in his heart that was tormenting his body and soul and that he was unable to hold back…
When was the last time I had meat?
Lu Xin was almost unable to answer that question.
Although many restaurants today also sold some meat, they were all ridiculously expensive.
