Old Man Song's saliva flowed more and more, quickly accumulating into a small puddle on the dirty ground. Wang Longhui knew he couldn't wait any longer, so he brought the prepared food to the table, pot and all, "Old Man, you must be starving. Come to the table and eat."
"Great, time to eat, time to eat, I love eating the most." Old Man Song looked at the large pot of jumbled food, his eyes shining.
Old Man Song had difficulty moving, so he had to rely on Wang Longhui to support him over to the high-backed chair to sit down. During this process, Wang Longhui noticed something off about the elderly man's legs. His right leg was thick and strong, while his left leg, wrapped in thick cotton pants, was noticeably shorter and much thinner, resembling some innate disability.
With food in sight, Old Man Song nearly ignored Wang Longhui's presence, burying his head and eating voraciously. At first, he used chopsticks, but soon he was grabbing food with his hands.
