As night fell, Tail Alley was practically devoid of pedestrians. Whether Qin Xiaopang could get his first bite of food for the day depended entirely on the charity of the Unlined Garment Man.
The Unlined Garment Man was eating a bowl of mutton noodles. Half the bowl was broth, and the other half was mutton fat, filled with bright red chili peppers, causing the man to break out in a sweat as he ate.
The aroma of the mutton and the chili peppers wafted into Little Fatty's nose, slowly eroding his last shred of dignity.
"Bow your head to me, just bow your head, and I'll give you a sip of the broth," the Unlined Garment Man said, holding the bowl of broth in front of Qin Xiaopang.
Bowing his head was out of the question.
The Unlined Garment Man slurped a spoonful of the piping hot broth, "You've been kneeling here all day, are you still afraid to bow your head?"
