The young man hesitated as he watched the two leave, but finally followed them.
Qing Yi started the car, and the young man got in and left Wu Garden.
On the way, Qing Yi and the drunk were chatting, while the young man could only sit in the back and listen.
Instead of going to a restaurant, they found a place that specialized in roast chicken. Qing Yi uncharacteristically ordered several cans of beer in front of the drunk with no intention of stopping him from drinking.
"Here."
The drunk took the chicken leg that Qing Yi passed to him, looked at it, and then took a bite.
"Is it good?" Qing Yi asked.
The drunk smiled, "Not as good as the ones I make."
"You can cook?" Qing Yi was somewhat surprised and curious.
"I can only make roast chicken, nothing else. Even the noodles I cook aren't tasty." But Ge Xin always liked them.
The morning Ge Xin became human was the first time he tried to cook noodles. He knew they weren't good, but Ge Xin still ate them happily.
