"Don't say anything, I watched Dragon Ball again in the detention center."
More barbecue skewers were brought over.
Authentic charcoal-grilled, not fried nonsense.
Fu Zili chewed with oil oozing, savoring every bite.
The days inside were certainly peaceful, but not much was gained.
"You could watch Dragon Ball in the detention center? I thought it was all news broadcasts."
"That was before. Cartoon shows are more soul-cleansing than news broadcasts, helping people turn over a new leaf."
Tie Jun drifted off for a moment, pondering the depth of it.
"Fu Zili has gained some depth after spending some time in the detention center, now he has a flavor like Mr. Xing, 300 Tang poems to vanquish demons."
"Hehe."
Fu Zili grinned, seemingly getting more energetic, holding a greasy skewer in one hand and a beer bottle in the other.
"What's the happiest thing in life? Perhaps it's night, barbecue, wasabi squid, and ice-cold Jinlongquan."
