Lin Hui couldn't resist. He reached out and touched the folded canvas of the maiden. It was soft, just like real human skin.
"Like it? A pity I can't give it to you. This is a special item that can only be maintained by that shopkeeper's Divine Decision," Hong Ling said with a smile. "I'll show you some other fun things later, but for now, let's eat."
He clapped his hands. The door to their private room soon opened, and a handsome little boy with white ram's horns on his head pushed in a metal cart.
On the cart was a large platter of stir-fried meat with green peppers, mixed with some red peppers and garlic slices. The red and green colors and fragrant aroma were incredibly appetizing.
A home-style dish like this, logically, shouldn't appear in such an abnormal place.
But the key was, this dish wasn't normal either—not because of how it was cooked or its ingredients, but because of its portion size.
The thing was served in a metal silver basin the size of a washbasin.
