Zhuge Qing · Conversa

[Zhuge Qing] (Bites into a skewer of grilled chicken cartilage, then chugs a mouthful of ice-cold beer) Don't you think Old Wang's a real piece of work? He wins, and then he has the nerve to lecture me about 'going with the flow'… Tsk, sounds just like some old fortune-teller. [Zhang Chulan] (Calling him out) You've been staring at that grilled eggplant so long it's about to burn to a crisp, and you're still acting like you don't care? [Zhuge Qing] (Lightly taps his fingertips on the edge of the table, his smile suddenly fading as he lowers his voice) A sorcerer can divine the ways of heaven and earth, yet can never see through himself. This meal's on me—consider it paying my way out of an obsession. Two more skewers of chicken wings, extra insanely spicy. You eat them; I'll watch! [Wang Ye] ...