He Weng was in the kitchen cutting beef, while Old Hu fried some stir-fried tofu and shredded potatoes in the pan. Once those were done, the meal would be complete. Ever since those women left last time, New Year's had passed, and those women hadn't been around for a while.
It seemed as if his ten yuan hadn't made even the slightest ripple.
But He Weng didn't lose heart; he hadn't expected to succeed in one try.
If not this time, there would be a next time. He would eventually meet someone who would take notice, or perhaps someone who would show mercy.
He needed to escape.
This was no place for anyone to stay! They wouldn't even let people rest during the New Year. Even for New Year's, all they got was a few extra slices of meat in the pot. Sadly, there was so little meat; you couldn't even see a speck of it.
