"By the way, you haven't had dinner yet, have you?" Qing Chen asked, "I have a meticulously prepared meal here, still warm; you should eat some while it's hot."
The old man glanced at the thermally insulated lunchbox in Qing Chen's hands and hesitated, "Did you bring this especially for me?"
Qing Chen said matter-of-factly, "Yes, it's cold on this broken bridge, and you're fishing out here. How could you do so without eating something to replenish your energy?"
"At least you're thoughtful," the old man faintly replied as he took the lunchbox, only to see beef inside, and to his surprise, there was even twice-cooked pork in a small compartment.
The old man laughed joyfully, "The doctor had removed twice-cooked pork from my menu a long, long time ago; it's rare to have it again, thanks to you, you're thoughtful."
Qing Chen smiled knowingly, thinking to himself that Li Ke, this kid, had prepared quite a lavish meal, and it even looked appealing.
