Raw garlic cloves, many people find them hard to stomach, but Qin Shou from his previous life relished this particular taste, dipping garlic cloves into sauce, a delight he could enjoy over and over all day long.
Now with garlic cloves at hand, how could he possibly hold back? A bite of meat followed by a bite of garlic, he ate with sheer joy.
Once full and satisfied, Qin Shou turned and headed off to school.
Standing at the Southern Gate today was not Mo Lishou but an unfamiliar figure, holding a large pipa, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets at the sight of Qin Shou.
Qin Shou thought, you're glaring at me? Well, I'll glare right back at you!
So, from a distance, their gazes locked, drawing closer and closer until finally, they were almost face to face before stopping.
