The skies over Chengdu began to pour with rain, and not just any rain, but a thunderstorm, with buckets of water falling from the heavens accompanied by lightning and thunder.
In a skewer shop by the roadside, a middle school student and an elderly man sat together, feasting to their hearts' content.
The middle school student was still in uniform, looking prim and proper, even somewhat shy in his movements.
On the other hand, the old man facing him was dressed in what was once a white shirt, now blackened and yellowed, and a pair of shorts with several holes. As he incessantly chewed his food, his big yellow teeth made a "crunching" noise, overshadowing the din from several other tables combined, drawing the frequent sideways glances from other diners.
"Huff huff......"
With a satisfying bite of tripe followed by a gulp of ice-cold beer, the old man shivered with pleasure. Such delight was something only true aficionados could appreciate.
