Krassu put the spoon down softly. Not one single grain of rice was left. He chewed on the last mouthful of fried rice, feeling the pleasant taste spreading in his mouth.
After he swallowed, the fried rice became a warm current, nourishing his almost dried-up body. He felt revived, and didn't care if it was only a lightning before death. Life was beautiful to him now.
"Owner, I'd like one more plate," Krassu said as he looked up at Mag. He couldn't remember the last time he wanted seconds. He felt he could eat some more today.
Mag shook his head slightly. "Sorry, sir. Our morning opening hours are over. Actually, we have been open for an extra three minutes now. Please come eat another time." It was already three past nine. Mag had his non-negotiable face on.
Krassu looked at Mag. "I only want one more plate. I'll pay double." He pulled out three dragon coins and put them on the table gently.
