Gu Xi never expected that eating just one pie from them would almost make him miss the steam bus back to the city.
The so-called pigeon pie was clearly the pinnacle of dark cuisine, with live pigeons wrapped in dough and baked in an oven. No one but the Britons could come up with such a method.
With Gu Xi's stomach already unwell due to hunger over the past few days, the pigeon pie nearly gave him diarrhea.
Additionally, it consumed the little physical strength Gu Xi had managed to replenish. On the way back, Gu Xi lay slumped in his seat, not planning to move at all.
Fortunately, nothing happened along the way. When Gu Xi wobbled into the tavern, the bartender at the counter glanced at him.
"What's wrong with you? Can you manage the soft dinner tonight?"
"Let's skip that. Do you have anything that can fill me up? I'm barely holding on."
