"Do you know what is the saddest thing in life?"
"Huh?"
"I have already eaten five days of spicy hot pot, and have diarrhea every day, but I still have to eat spicy hot pot the following day. Don't you think that is sad?" Harrison downed a big mug of beer in one gulp, and then slumped into the chair with a hopeless expression.
"You've been f*cking dragging me to eat with you every day. I am as f*cking miserable as you. How could I not know?" Gjerj rolled his eyes.
"Your duck intestines are going to get overcooked," the people at the next table reminded them.
"No…"
The two of them swiftly jumped up from their chairs, and scooped up the duck intestines that they had accidentally lost in the red soup that was full of floating chilies.
They could only eat a bowl of the congee with pork and century egg when they came to Mamy Restaurant in the morning. They even closed the doors in the afternoon.
