Neither of them spoke, focusing intently on their breakfast.
This continued for about ten minutes.
Finally, the late-arriving Chen Fang was the first to put down his cutlery and took a napkin to wipe his mouth.
Then, Hou Jidao also set down his chopsticks.
He didn't take a napkin but wiped his mouth with his hand.
"Chen Fang, have you noticed the difference between us? You eat quickly as if you're just completing a task, whereas I'm enjoying my breakfast. To me, every meal is a gift from above."
Hou Jidao crossed his legs, took out a cigarette, offered one to Chen Fang, then lit his own.
Chen Fang didn't take the cigarette.
He smiled and said, "I eat this kind of breakfast every day. No matter how delicious the food is, if you eat it daily, it becomes just sustenance. Old Hou, you're different. You probably have lavish breakfasts daily; with so many options to choose from, tasting it occasionally would naturally feel tasty."
Chen Fang's words were barbed.
