He had been a soldier.
Even in the border troops, meat was only available every three days, and it was just a few pieces.
Such meat should have been for the young general, and he just hoped there'd be some marbling today. Thinking of this, his mood brightened as he walked over, holding his bowl and ladling a big serving of rice—not very refined, but plentiful enough to fill him up.
As he was considering what vegetables to eat today, a large spoonful of meat landed in his bowl.
Fan Qing froze. He saw the young man on the other side lifting his spoon and said, "Not enough?"
Then he added a second heaping spoonful and said,
"If it's not enough, just say so and eat up, then go rest over there."
"Next!"
Fan Qing was still dazed even after he walked away. He tasted the rice, and then devoured a piece of meat, quick and messy. The meat was delicious, and the flavor was exquisite. He swallowed it almost instinctively but paused momentarily.
