About forty minutes later, both of them were done with their meal and no one had any left overs. Alix was quite proud of herself for bringing Caishen to this place. For all his talk about palates and food not being something to die for, he had cleared his plate quite astonishingly.
He dabbed at the corners of his mouth with a wet wipe from one of the ones that he always carried with him. He did it so elegantly, in a refined manner. It made Alix think of a refined scholar from the ancient days, like actors portrayed in dramas.
He wiped his hands as well, and then asked for her hands, intending to wipe them too. As usual, she didn't deny his request. While he did that, she couldn't help asking a question that was bubbling in her throat, eager to escape.
"So, what do you think? Was it to die for?"
"Well, it is quite something." He answered through gritted teeth.
