"Yes, it's quite good." Shangguan Qing elegantly took a bite and nodded her approval. Even as the two groups outside were locked in a tense war of words, the onlookers were once again exasperated. They watched as the occupants of the only table in the middle, far from being frightened into fleeing, were instead eating leisurely and even commenting on the taste of the dishes.
Can't they see a fight is about to break out, ready to splatter blood across this small restaurant, yet they still have an appetite? Such foodies! Their eyes see nothing but food, oblivious to anything else, including fear. Don't they realize the weapons in those men's hands are real blades and guns, promising a stab that will go in white and come out red?
