On the way back, the sky suddenly became darker, a little gloomy.
Outside Yan Bao restaurant, the raindrops had fell in drizzle against the window, making a pitter-patter choir.
The loneliness and coldness unique to the fall was coming to the city.
Old Man Song came in while rubbing his palm, trying to find the slightest warm. "This damn weather… it's friggin' cold out there."
His old arms and legs couldn't stand the cold like they used to, and when it rained on a cloudy day, it itched and hurt from the seams of the bones.
If this continued, only in two days he would have to change to a long pants when going outside.
Still at the door, Old Man Li closed the umbrella and shook it lightly, getting it dry.
"Boss, what's the menu today?"
The old man unceremoniously asked, not having any sense of distant, as if visiting his own family.
