Seeing this, Di Tou didn't know how to respond. Had Old Wang agreed? Wishing there was any sign, Di Tou let out a sigh in his head that one old man was too communicative while the other refused to talk at all. If only the two could strike a balance, ah!
Pulling out a chair, Di Tou sat down and leaned back while closing his eyes. After simply resting his eyes for a few moments, Di Tou took a breath and began meditating on the Elusive Ghost Star. In any case, Old Wang took a while to cook, oftentimes taking over half an hour. The last few times he had come, it had taken nearly an hour, although Di Tou hoped that was the exception, not the rule. In either case he had time to spend.
