'Just as he was thinking this,' something soft, warm, and smooth bumped into his arm. The sensation was quite pleasant.
Unfortunately, Lü Zhong wasn't interested.
He gave her some Spirit Stones and sent her away.
...
The night passed in meditation.
At dawn, dim red light shone through the window and into the room.
Lü Zhong strolled out of his guest room and looked around.
A street vendor was already setting up his stall.
He was selling wontons.
When the stall owner saw Lü Zhong looking over and noticed he was someone who could afford to stay at an inn, a warm smile instantly spread across his face. He called out, "Sir, how about trying some of my wontons? Thin skins, big fillings, all made with the finest choice meat. The broth is simmered over a wood fire, too. Only One Spirit Stone a bowl!"
The aroma wafting on the breeze made Lü Zhong suddenly want to try some.
Still, he had to ask:
"What kind of meat?"
