"Oh, you go ahead and help me serve the soup for those about to be reincarnated. Two more have just left, and we are short-handed," Meng Po pointed to Liu Xingyuan standing by and said.
Liu Xingyuan leaned slightly forward, said "at your command" and then headed toward the iron pot where Meng Po Soup was kept. His movements were exceptionally skillful, just as if he had been specially serving soup there before. It wasn't until I watched him serve a few bowls that I detected something subtle; the pot holding Meng Po Soup wasn't large, yet after several bowls had been served, the soup level inside did not seem to lower at all.
"Meng Po, how can this be? Is the soup in this pot inexhaustible?" I turned to Meng Po and pointed at the iron pot not far away.
